JEC." He'd get a kick out of it.I wondered idly if he'd try to match my handwriting with Jack Heyward's. If he did he was in for yet another disappoin...ment; as Heyward I'd been a lefty, but I was always pretty ambidextrous and had taught myself to use my right hand now. After I did I wondered why I hadn't before, it was a lot easier than craning my wrist around what I wrote. My rebellious streak at work, even as a kid?But I doubted he'd do the comparison anyway. The last couple of months had. That means food and shelter in a safe location, as well as some income."The tears started once more, but this time they were accompanied by the slightest of smiles and a nod of acknowledgement."Thank you, Mister Stuart. I promise we won't be a problem for you." It's Cam, remember?" he smiled, getting another nod in return."I can recommend this village as a nice place to live," he said, happy that the pointless argument had ended. "There's a good school just a couple of kilometres down the road. Katherine it is.’ The next evening, I was at her door promptly at six. I wore a simple peasant blouse in white, with pale yellow accents, and a skirt about four inches above my knees. She came to the door wearing the beautiful robe that I’d conned her into paying nearly three hundred dollars for. We went to the library, where we were served a delightfully light cheesecake with fresh blackberries in a rich sauce, drizzled over it. ‘Would you like to see the rest of the house?’ she asked. It was. Alex noticed Marks discomfort and gave him another fortified martini and told him to drink the whole think quickly. Then he smiled to the group and introduced the entertainment. “This is Mark, my personal slut. He's a good whore and I know for a fact that he really likes sucking dick. He really likes being fucked too although I thinks he prefers being the one doing the fucking. Sorry, Mark, not tonight. For tonight you will be fucked and you will enjoy every moment of it. Do you.