‘I think the paddle was the worst.’ ‘More than the strap?’ ‘Oh, yes. The strap did have it’s moments though.’ ... ‘I seem to recall it did.’ The conversation lingered momentarily on the schoolmaster’s last words before she decided to press the issue a bit more straightforwardly. ‘Do you think you might want to divulge you recent misbehavior now that we are back on familiar ground?’ ‘Do I?’ ‘Your education is ongoing throughout. . I felt that I could maybe save some part of..." What were his intentions? Would he have really killed the girl his daughter claimed to be William Shipley? Given his state of mind at the time he reasoned, yes, he might very well have done just that. Only a miracle had spared him from becoming a murderer. He was still going to be a fugitive however and if his worst fears hadn't come true, they almost assuredly would soon. He was going to have to be grateful that it wasn't his daughter that had. I garlanded my hands around him and pulled for a kiss. I opened my mouth and his tongue mated with mine. His hand was on my breast and squeezing nipples.I raised my hips urging him to start. Not disappointing me Mr. B made love intensely, intimately without stop. I had lost count of strokes, time even strength. I lay surrendered to his magic but my hands and legs were entwined with him. This time he discharged much more of his hot ejaculate deep in me and we lay undetached for a long time.I. And I'm afraid that I'm enjoyingthis. And I really don't want to change clothes back. And I don't want toadmit that to him, or mom, or anyone. I want to die."Now," he relents, "do what you want, I'm done."He turns back to the TV. I get up from the couch but just stand there.What do I want to do? I seek out my mother. I'm a complete wimp fordressing this way and for all the times I've cried in the last 24 hours.Mom's the only person I trust now, I think. Has she fucked with me in thelast day?.