‘What if it did not work,’ she thought to herself in the darkness of her bedroom.“Well, I would try,” she said to herself out loud.She was awa...re of the predicament Rob was in but always kept her distance. Once or twice something almost did happen between them. There always seemed to be a glass of wine in the mix and even though it slightly weakened her inhibitions, she was always ready to parry his advances.Today was different. She was going to seduce Rob.She knew the dynamics of their. She welcomed them with a flashy smile. "So glad you could come. My God, he's adorable. Where did you find such a cute one?"Ken blushed as she patted his cheek.Brenda suspected they were in for a hot time with the Haverkamps. Wilma looked like the sort of woman who could pull all the stops out and end the evening by going completely crazy.Brenda was satisfied. She wanted the Haverkamps to go crazy. She'd have a great time watching Ken in action and then she'd have Arthur Haverkamp around her. That's probably why I went to the door when the bell rang. If I had been in my senses, I would not have opened it.My student teacher, Renae Lambe, was standing on my doorstep in tears. Shit. "What are you doing here?" I asked."I'm glad to see you, too," she said sarcastically. She wiped tears away with her right hand. She was still wearing her school clothes: sensible heels, dark patterned hose, and a pink sweater. Her skirt was black, tight, and cut well above her knees with a three-inch slit.. My eyes flew open, and I tried to sit up, but something was keeping me down. I felt a stab as my head beat with an uncomfortable rhythm of pain. I assumed I was tied down, but I couldn’t tell because my eyes were blindfolded. ‘What the fuck?’ my voice cracked. The pressure on my thigh, a hand, was removed. A voice positioned a few inches from my ear whispered to me. ‘Good evening, honey child. Sweet Ackley forgot to lock you in his room on his way out. He knows the rules about leaving pretty.