He kept kneeling there in front of it; his eyes followed every move I made. "Then tell me, girl. I was being honest - now it's your turn." I was getti...ng mad about his ignorance. He had no clue at all in what kind of position I was in that moment. If he would know then he surely wouldn't kneel on the floor with his hands cuffed. My mind told me to shoot him - my heart said don't hurt him. I was stuck in an inside conflict. And no one could help me out of this. "Ok" I suddenly said and stopped in. St. Georges asked as he, Mr. Pierce and Mr. Loft entered the short hallway to the locker room.“What song was that you were singing, Mike?” Mr. Loft asked with a smile on his bearded face.“I was singing a couple of lines from CCR’s Bad Moon Rising, Coach Loft,” I replied to their second question.“Oh, Lord!” Mr. Pierce replied as he dropped and shook his head with a grin.“Oh, Lord, what?” Coach St. Georges asked with a stern look on his face.“It’s already in the locker room, isn’t it, Mike?” Mr.. " She shrugged. "I've wanted to serve you since you were a teenager, Susan. My Mistress Susan. You don't know how often I've wished you were someone else's daughter, just so I could call you that." I'm not angry, no ... I'm just..." I didn't know what it was I was feeling.My father hadn't known a thing and I'd played a little scene with him last night. I'd made him confess his desires and lick my shoes and he'd never had a clue about the real me. It was my mother all along, wanting to be. “Good luck, Samantha. I’ll be watching.” As my bandaged hands reach for the little window you slide it shut and I let out an exasperated gasp. My fingers trace the line of the window as I start to shake and the fear set in deeper.“Oh my god Nathan please.. please let me out..” I plead into the door, my face pressed into it as tears start to form. A cold, wet nose bumped roughly into the bottom of my ass and I screamed from surprise, startling both myself and the dog. It backed away just as I.
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