My crew, seeing the knife protruding from my hand and being pelted with rats, assumed we were under attack and returned fire! Thus, the “Rat War” ...egan, as did the “rivalry” or “curse” as I now understand it to be. I believe the knife is the physical token or focus of the curse. Let me describe the dagger… It is of the black curvy blade style much preferred by assassins and dark alley bravos. The handle is curved and inlayed with gold in the shape of an Oriental dragon, a place and beast both. I was supposed to be their better, and while they should apologize to me, I was simply expected to be above the need to apologize to them.“You what?” Waverly looked at her mom like she didn’t believe it.“I am sorry Girls, I’ve failed you. Real BDSM doesn’t work like this. I’ve been following my own corrupted version of BDSM for years. It worked for me, but I am starting to realize I have led you down this rotten path of being total cunts and users and then getting punished for what you did. " The others around the table all nodded understandingly at that while Corey sighed in relief. Then Ben McCormick who'd been heading the meeting gave a look of irritation. "Please try to keep your mind on the business at hand." he directed. "We're ready for your report now Ms. Brooks." In spite of the sudden nervousness that shot through him, Corey didn't let any of it show. With a surprising ease that wasn't like him, Corey stood up and moved to the front of the room to begin his portion of. The figure in the door slinked in, heading toward the back row. I saw it was Sally; I stood, pulling out the chair in the modular desk next to mine, as a gentleman would. She sat, and as the teacher called order, Sally whispered, "Thanks!" Ain't nothing to it," I replied, under my breath. We spent the remainder of the period listening to the lecture and casting glances at one another.The final bell of the day eventually buzzed. Class was dismissed; the lights came up; teenage bodies milled.