Dad, on the other hand, punched out early. He’d had his fill of life by the time he was thirty, or so he told us one and all during one of his regul...r periods of self-examination, regardless, he was a free-spirit and died in his own free-spirited way, skiing in Chamonix. He was 59 at the time, and by then a decent if not very serious architect, when he passed I was in college and he’d just received word of Ham’s death in Vietnam. Mom was, God bless her, still at his side. He soldiered on into. I went to the girls' bathroom. My face was a sight I can tell you. I was splashing cold water over my eyes and face when I heard the door open. It was a teacher. "Valerie? Are you OKAY honey? Are you crying?"I was terrified to say what had happened. I felt so ashamed and scared about what might happen next."I'm okay Miss Robinson. A boy stamped on my foot and it really hurt me. It was an accident. I'm okay. I'm not hurt much."She led me to the hall, me limping heavily! "I think I want to go. "Ah, Alima, come in and meet my friend Derek Pullman," said the Emir, "This is one of my wives, the Princess Alima and our children." Pleased to meet you, ma'am," said Derek, bowing."Hi," said Alima, "Call me Susan; all our English guests do." Do sit down, we are quite informal in here. Alima is English and I asked her to come in to show that I have not forgotten my English heritage and upbringing," commented the Emir.He kissed each of the children and bade them good-night. They were escorted. As I turn around I see none other then Mason, shirtless, as if he had been waiting for me. As my eyes meet his, I know that in fact, this was the night he had planned. He walks up to me, “Look at you my little slut, all ready for your lesson.” He grabs my wrists and backs me up to sit down onto my bed. He takes out a scarf and tells me to close my eyes. I do as he asks and he ties it around them. “Turn around” he says as I feel him push me to lie down and he secures my wrists to my bed frame.