It was the first in a long time, she toldJamie. ?Keep up the good work, and if I see you here again you get the boot.? It was the best time ofJamie?s ...hort life. She had no idea academic achievement could be so exciting,although to be fair her relationship with Gary quickly became less and less academic. Gary was her guardian angel sent from heaven to help herwhen she needed him most, as the saying goes. Like any true alcoholic, shebecame dependant on him far sooner than expected. The semester. Then she had been dragged, with her friend, and thrown into what she guessed was a small work room. The men were drinking and at times, when she pressed one ear against the wooden door, she could hear them laughing about what they had done to the nuns and what they would do in the future.At times they would hit the door, rattling the poor nun's brain until she fell back screaming, holding her head.She thought hard, trying to remember if her brother had said anything to her during their last. I don’t want anything interfering with my piggy’senjoyment of his cream pies today.“That should do it. Now please drink the rest of thewater. When you throw up like that, it’s easy to getdehydrated, and we have to keep you healthy, don’t we?OK, Number 2, we’re ready. Misty please adjust Edwin’spillows so he can start working on my clitoris again.“Did you notice how fast Number 1 came, Edwin? That’snot by accident. The men were all carefully. I sneak through the trees and come up behind her. Pretty sure I can’t be seen from there. "Psst. If I cut you down can you help me get to somewhere safe?" I whisper. Whether she is surprised to hear a friendly voice or not she does nothing to give away that I'm there. "Yes, but you must do it soon. Else I go in the fire." Her voice is gruff. Even as a whisper, but not unpleasant. Husky, with a growl to it. A bedroom voice. Quickly and quietly I slice through the rope binding her. "I will not.