Michael’s fingers slid between her lips, coated with her juices as he plucked back her lips to expose the soft, pink inner flesh. He had a hard time... holding the oily flesh. He started off lightly slapping the flesh, the wet thud resounding in the room. He pulled the lips out farther so he could attack the wet flesh with the thick ruler. Her eyes began to tear up, her lip quivering as he worked the flesh over with the hard, wooden ruler.He was pulling her lips open too wide, but the strain on. His desk was almost bare (that was unusual for him). I watched as he unplugged the phone, removed his jacket then, stood over me rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. I became very nervous; sort of tingling all over as I watched in silence.When he’d finished he asked, “I take it you were serious about what you said yesterday…you will do ‘anything’ to keep your job?” Squirming in my seat I mumbled a quick “Yes” that sort of croaked out. He leaned back against the desk and gave me a short lecture.. In fact he had been shocked at how quickly I realised it and the way I had made him and my mother aware of that fact. This made Marjory and my mum burst into giggles and it took Jessie a little time to catch up on what he was alluding to.I joined in their merriment before giving him a peck on the cheek before saying that my gratitude at the way he had accepted that revelation was tempered just a bit by the knowledge that it confirmed for him that he was getting what he had hoped for and. ‘What’s wrong?’ he said sarcastically. ‘Not in shape anymore? Lost your breath?’ ‘Yeah, something like that’, I said. I hesitated for a minute to clear my head. I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to know. ‘Actually that’s not it. Can we talk?’ ‘Sure, what’s the matter?’ he asked with concern. ‘Are you alright?’ ‘Well, yeah, but there’s something I need to tell you. I never thought I would admit it, let alone say it out loud, but I can’t stop thinking about it. Do you know why I came home?’ ‘I.