He watched Pookie’s face as Jamison bit down softly and then harder. The young teen’s face went through a sequence of expressions from pleasure t... pain. Pookie squealed; he gasped; he grimaced; he smiled; he huffed; he gulped; he panted; he exhaled; he yelled; he howled his name; he climaxed; finally he fainted! When he helped the student down, there was sweet cream all over the piano top. Pookie was so weak, he could hardly walk. Anytime in the weeks that followed, Jamison had only to. It was like I’d asked him what was in the secret sauce, and he was going to tell me, he just didn’t feel right about it. I almost opened my mouth to take the question back when he finally answered me. ‘Maggie told me of yer travels.’ I sat back on my elbows and watched him. Maggie told him? I thought she said he would think I was a witch if we told him I was from the future. My head was beginning to spend and I felt nauseous. Too much information. I looked at Cien, and shook my head. ‘This is. You realize that I am training you – just as you said you wanted. But the reality is different than your idea of it – it is much more – well – real. You remember that at one time as you peed, I had called you my pet. ‘You are my darling pet,’ I had said. And ‘My beautiful filly.’ Odddly – or not so oddly at all – the thought makes you feel cherished now. You slide your hands under my robe and begin to kiss me deeply. You buttocks feel bruised from the chair and in your excitement, you squirm. My parents would go ballistic. I might get thrown out just before my final exams. So stupid. I’d have to wait a whole year to re-take. I’d miss the start of college….My train of thought was interrupted by Sister Marie stopping to enter her office. “You’re in for it this time, girl.” She cackled as she shuffled into her office, the whiff of decay turning my face. Shaking my head, I continued down the gloomy hallway, where the part of the school built in the 70’s joined the original building,.