And boy had they changed in the ages he’d been around. Shifting on the bearskin rug as dreams began to take control of her thoughts, Cass’ innermo...st thoughts began to take form in the comforting blanket of sleep, a life that was different and changed from the hurried existence that she knew now. It wasn’t necessarily slower or more rustic as her taste in decor showed but definitely something different. There was that part of her that longed for high adventure instead of the boring mundane life. At that point she was also undemanding, happy to buy herself a drink and wanting to join him in playing pool, not caring that her short tartan skirt rode up as she played each shot in the smoky pub. Fiona liked the Hare and Hounds, it was the only pub which the teachers from her wretched school wouldn't attend – it was too rough for them."There are several types of girl at that school," she told him, and went through generalising her classmates. She had put herself firmly in the rational,. With no warning, he smacked her ass hard. She cried out and shook. He gripped her ass cheek hard, causing burning warmth in her ass, before he smacked her again. She doubled over, face to the ground, moaning. "Please Mr. Janes.. please," she begged. "Please what?" he asked in a harsh whisper. "Please.. fuck me.." she pleaded. She could almost hear his smile. The thought quickly left as he filled her up. She started to scream, but her clamped his hand over her mouth. She cried out. I’m a monster. I’m sure I’d enjoy doing all the things that other guy wanted to do.’ Her voice never got hard. ‘So. So is this where you tell me I was right and you never cared for me?’ What do you say? There was my opening. Miss Straight-Line was setting it up. ‘Did you? Did you ever care for me?’ ‘No. I never cared for you.’ Please believe me. Don’t. Please do. The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all. That much is true. But Elizabeth didn’t believe or disbelieve. She shuffled,.