When she turned away from Molly the marks of her last whipping were clearly visible on her back, arse and thighs. The indrawn breath from Molly showed...Derek that she had noticed the marks, but she did not run from the house, as he had quite expected.Instead she turned to him and asked, "Does she usually serve you like this?" Mostly," said Derek, "unless it's very cold weather. I prefer my women naked."Molly thought about that for a moment and decided she would play along. She had been very. The taste of her skin was unlike anything he had ever tasted. It was salty, like the skin of men, but it was a different quality from any salt or sweat he had known with men. He could not even begin to place the differences.She stood, silently, while he reached out and untied the bows that held her tunic closed in the front. He admired the smooth flawlessness of her body as he exposed it, inch by inch. Her breasts, still growing, were already large mounds projecting away from her body, each. We'd crashed and my parents had died because Angela had been there. Standing in the middle of the road, for just a second, just long enough to make my dad swerve the car and hit that tree.She'd killed them as easily as if she'd bitten them, and perhaps she had, because I didn't remember anything after that. Not until I woke up in the ambulance. So Angela might have come to the car, to the wreckage of our lives, and made sure I was an orphan. Had she done it because of me? Or in spite of me, I. I didn't mind all that much, to tell the truth.The shamans and some of the women made great progress on their reading and writing over the winter, and using the worst of the long cold dark days as 'secret' school days was fun. By the middle of February, I routinely had nine shaman in my classes, and Julie had as many as twenty women and kids in hers. The beginning of the classes had been simple. "A makes an Ah sound" kind of lessons. Flash card drills on letter sounds and shapes led to free.