" No, ma'am," said Bob."So you haven't played racquetball with her." No, I didn't sexually harass her. She's my regular racquetball partner." Don't fu...ck with me, Duncan," said Hopkins. "You're in a world of shit here." I admit that I used unauthorized techniques and procedures to follow a hunch," said Bob calmly. "But it paid off. She trusted me enough to confess." And that's the other thing," said Sandra. "You were just banging the ball around and she blurted out that she'd killed her rapist?". "Of course you couldn't fool me."My confession of sorts had disarmed her some, and derailed her charge down the warpath, as I'd hoped it would."I can't say anything more for now," I said in a conspiratorial tone. "It'll have to wait until school's out for the summer. Will you back me up on that if Greta or the others notice anything between now and then?"There were only a few more weeks of school left, and I struggled to think of what I knew about the coming months that could convince Carrie,. Water lapped at my legs. Women moaned around me. I blinked, staring up at blue skies. The scent of hot pussy wreathed the air as I sat up on the beach of the Isle of Women—Saphique's paradise in the Astral Realm.“Welcome, my child.” I shivered, recognizing that voice. I turned to see Saphique, the Virgin Goddess, standing in the surf, looking like a slim, young woman. Her body petite and her face youthful, innocent. The waves splashed about her legs, beads of water glistening like diamonds on. The woman smiled. ‘Come see us. Bring your girl. We have a potluck on Sundays, first of every month. Be a nice little social outing.’ Trin nodded. ‘I’ll talk to her. No promises.’ ‘Under stood. I have to admit, I have a thing for larger women. I like the way they jiggle when the crop strikes.’ Trin shivered again. ‘Like that.’ The woman said. Trin mustered her courage and asked, ‘how much is the leather flogger.’ ‘One-fifty. For you, one twenty-five.’ Trin took it from the wall, held out her.