But the wage was due after the year.“What’s it worth, Davy?”I held it in my hand ... ran my fingers over the surface ... like silk ... heavy lik... lead ... but no piece of lead felt like this.“Five pounds ... in 1648. Today? Upwards of eleven thousand dollars ... I think.”My education was diverse. The PhD was for publishing new discoveries in Central America. The Masters was for thoroughly understanding the Clovis period.I was on sabbatical in Ireland to record the legends. A busman’s holiday. She thought it! Not said, but thought it! I could hear it perfectly!"BOO!" Abby screamed in my mind. She laughed and clapped again when I jumped."You can read minds," Adriana said in wonder. "You can't have always been able to do it or you wouldn't be here!"The buzz was coming from Adriana. It went from a buzz to a flood of words. Goddamn, the girl could think! A different thought stream from her hit me every couple of seconds; sometimes, the streams changed multiple times in the same. She used her free hand to squeeze the pillows above her, pretending she was pressing herself against Howie, which only made her more desperate for the real thing. Breathing deeply into her hoodie, which lay across her face, she took in deep whiffs of Howie's beastly odour. She moaned into the fabric, feeling an orgasm building up inside of her, and went with it. She hadn't remembered a time when masturbating felt this good, or this naughty. She thought about depraved things: what Howie's kisses. She couldn’t imagine any more torture but as soon as her mind came to that, the boys' bathroom was opened and Mr. B shoved her into one of the little mirror rooms. It was rarely used by the guys but this college was all about equal treatment of students no matter the gender so whatever the girls bathroom had, so too did the guys, within reason of course. Mr. B tied her against the mirror, wrapping her hands and arms around the mirror and tying them with hemp rope. It felt tight as her arms were.