Way, way more than I would ever pay at home. The place had more class than a pizza hut, I had to admit that but not that much more."I'm going to drop ...you at the terminal," Lamar informed me when we were back in the car."I thought you were flying with me?" I asked."No, I'll be going over on a military flight with Lucy. We will join you tomorrow," he said."I guess that makes sense," I said."Of course it does, we are pros. We even act like it at times." he said smiling. "You will be met by a. “I’m sure your daddy would love to know what his little girl was doing tonight, perhaps I’ll go tell him” I said. “No! Don’t, we haven’t done anything wrong”, squealed Ashley. “Driving with a busted headlight is i*****l”. To make my point I bashed out the front light with my baton. “And well placed strikes don’t even leave bruises, but they hurt like hell”, as I drove my baton in her boyfriends gut. He knew better than to spit the panties out and grunted as he dropped to his knees. I pulled. No, it was not love as I was too young to know what love was back then. It was kind of like drooling over the expensive candy box in a shop even though you knew you don’t have any money to buy it. She was always clad in the finest clothes available and looked like a princess. Not surprisingly she was the envy of most kids back then including me. I mean here I was an orphan studying in a boarding school, yet she was living in this huge house that looked more like a palace and with a father that. I wasnt stupid, I knew he wanted me to perform some kind of sexy dance or something, but I had never done anything like that before, I wasnt a stripper and he knew that. So I continued moving slowly to the rhythm of the song, feeling the base in the hard wood floor. He seemed pleased with my performance so far, so I thought that I must be doing something well. As I continued he asked me to slowly start taking my clothes off. I knew that was coming so I just complied without questioning.