..and land neatly into one of the archeological jars."Oh. My. God." He pushes Trevor away, looking at his now mismatchedbarren right foot, before gazi...ng back at the priceless archeologicalartifacts that are the Minoan storage jars. Trevor too, looks at theempty foot, and following the redhead's gaze, his own hazel eyeslands on the jars as well. "You're...kidding right?"The pair stares at one another in incredulity, as what just happenedslowly sinks in. He was the first to break into a fit of. “I have to go,” she said. “Promise you won’t look at this until I’m in the air.”“I promise,” I swore. “But curiosity is killing me.”“And well it should,” she smiled a glorious smile. “I love you, daddy.”I got a smoldering kiss, complete with my daughter’s glorious tongue and just like that she, Alyssa and all of their luggage was gone.I watched the seaplane disappear over the horizon and finally opened up the scrap of paper.I’m sure those that remained thought I had lost my mind. I must have. Then, her spirit broken, he’d fucked her long and hard. Even in her condition, stretched out, beaten and crying, she’d waved her hips, grinding against him, just like she had been taught. Fuck. What he could do with a woman like her?He’d rented her three more times since then, or so he estimated, and each time there’d been something new added to the bag. Something new to use on her body. And each time he’d left her hanging there, crying and spent, her body bearing the marks of her. And that was generally unusual in a school that was pretty evenly divided, and a Major that also seemed to be evenly split.“Huh. Strange.” said Kate. “Well, I guess I’ll keep asking around, but in the meantime, I’m not quite ready to ease off the studying. I want an A plus!”* * * * *By the time mid-terms finished and Thanksgiving break loomed, I’d forgotten all about Wrack and our conversations about his possible behaviors. I found the material pretty.