Did she really ask for that? I stammered out, "Baby are you sure this is what you want? I mean first it's immoral, illegal and totally not supposed to... happen. I'm not even sure I could if I tried. You're my baby, my own daughter." I just didn't know what to say."Daddy, I love you so much, and I don't want some random boy fumbling around and hurt me or just get one that will rut like some dog and then go away and brag about how he got me, and I was too easy. Boys are way too immature and don't. Monday started on a high note, a very high note, although I did have to wait until third period. I had already figured out that that was probably going to be true every day. There weren't likely to be high notes during first or second period. In Government, I was quickly learning that Mr. Kennedy was happy if you copied down everything he said during class, mostly from the way he paused to let us keep up with his pearls of wisdom. I had every expectation that the tests would require that and. “You c-can't be serious!” Sarah protested and began to struggle in the net binding her together, “You’re all creeps and you better let me go!” she demanded.“Or what?” Bob asked, “We’re about to smash your little watch and you didn’t have a phone on you. No identification either... Not the brightest student, are you?”Sarah could feel despair overwhelm her from that question and comment from Bob because she didn’t have a coherent or realistic answer.Bob spun the girl back around, so she faced his. " As I entered I shuddered, it was always chilly in that room,the whipping horse was placed in the middle of the stone floor, I hadspent many an agonising hour over that particular leather toppedstallion and I didn't relish going over it again. The walls were rackedout with whips, canes, straps and other items all of which I had feltover the years on many occasions."Oh! This is very nice. I see. Over you go." She pointed at the horse. Istood on the little platform, bent over the horse and.