Thanks for the great show this evening." He smiled. He'd printed in bold letters and now he signed it, "The Peeper". The writing wasn't obviously his,... but it sure didn't look like a girl's. It should start things jumping.He left the bathroom and headed back down the hall. It would probably be a while before his little message was found. As he walked past where Stan and Marty were keeping watch, Jerry stopped. "Thanks again. I knew you were the sort of _boys_ who'd know where the _girl's_. Mommy wants you to know that if you do try anything it would be misbehavior and the punishments would have to be given again. I thought, try anything, what in the hell did she mean, I only wanted freedom so I could run away from this hell as fast as I can. Yet, deep inside of me I sensed this feeling of curiosity and enjoyment from what was unfolding before me and I really needed to get off of this wet bed.Again, I nodded agreement, agreement into submission.Good, before auntie removes you from. He looked up at them and mustered more strength from somewhere and with what seemed like superhuman effort, finally got back up. Once again he started towards them and then stopped, dazed he looked over and realized that the attacker’s knife was still sticking out of his arm. Seemingly without even feeling it, he reached over and pulled the knife from his arm, throwing it down next to the motionless man. As he walked slowly towards them, she couldn’t believe the sight. His massive chest was. Sorry, I shouldn't have bumped into you."I stooped to retrieve her bag. It was leather, with a gold chain shoulderstrap. The heels were spikes on leather boots that came to just above herknees. Her tartan skirt below a black long-sleeved jumper would have said'private girls school' - if it weren't for the boots. She brushed herlong mousy hair away from her face as she took the bag from me."Thank - "As she looked at me properly, she gasped, and put her hands up to herface."Chris? Oh, no, no! It.