Their intent was to use me like their property, livestock the old man thought was his. They had no respect for my body aside from my penis, balls and ...anus, or was it disrespect? They were abusing me both inside and out in the most astonishing ways. Now confusion gripped my resources more than ever before.I thought about death as rescue. The gamut of emotions they displayed and I reacted to was broad, polarity askew, setting me adrift and clue-less about the future other than breeding and a one. Once I was back in the limo, Mr. Lewis advised me we were going to our meeting place. We pulled in front of a strip mall and went into a place that sold all forms of wireless communications. Again I drew stares.Once in the back office, Mr. Lewis locked the door and we went into what looked like a large closet. Again the door was locked, then he pressed a button and the back wall opened into a stairwell. We went down about twenty feet or so, then walked about another quarter mile before we came. Give me a minute!” I called out back to him. Having a spare key to my house, he usually let himself in and out as he liked. The key often came in handy when he planned surprises for me. I smiled at the thought and quickly finished showering, not wanting to keep him waiting. I pulled the shower curtain to the side and reached for the towel that I had kept there. I moved my hand around, failing to feel its soft surface. I finally looked up, only to see that it wasn’t there! Surprised, I cracked. "What?" History 12," he explained, handing the piece of paper over to her. It was the cover sheet of her exam paper in the History class; the one Gary had given her the wrong paper for. It had a "49" marked on top of it in bright red pen.Forty-nine!Stacy felt like she was going to throw up. That was a failing grade. Her hand trembled as she held the sheet. After everything that had happened to her this year; and now... "Summer school," Dr. Grossman said, as if reading her mind. "If you fail a.