If I talk I’m dead. “Yes, Principal Davis, everything is just fine.” “Well then, Mr. Weeks. You’re just the student I was looking for. I’m... going to need you to come with me to my office,” she says. I can feel Ken’s eyes burning holes in the back of my head as I follow the Principal back to her office. “You know, I have zero tolerance for bullying in my school, but I can’t do anything unless you tell me,” she says as we enter her office. “Nothing is going on,” I say. “Just like nothing was going. “These men now feel they own you. It is as though they have devoured you, and will take you with them in their bellies wherever they go.” A hand, that I did not even realize was resting on my ass, removed itself, and a paddle came down in its place, with a thwack. “And now, as a condition of your ownership, you must take these men with you.” I felt a shiver run through me, and goose-pimples raised themselves all over me – on my breasts, on my nipples, to my fingers and toes. The warehouse. Pulling a rope threaded through a pulley attached to the beam down he tied the rope to her wrist rope. He pulled the opposite end of the pulley rope forcing her wrist up giving her no choice but to bend at the waist with her arms pointing toward the ceiling. Traci's body was parallel to the floor arms and shoulders hurting from the strain. He kicked the inside of her ankle with the side of his boot making her spread her legs wide. Legs satisfactorily spread he tied a spreader bar between her. I’d loved her in a proper kind of way, without spontaneity. Commercial success had seemed the only reward in life I needed. Now I ached for what I’d missed — the intimate touch of a young woman’s body — like the girl’s across the room. I told my daughter after the party that I needed a vacation, and she understood. It would be my first break in five years. She would not, however, have understood the companion I arranged through a reputable escort agency in Auckland, New Zealand — far enough way.