And tonight was going to be no different.My first port of call though, and the reason I was nearly an hour early, was the manager's office. There were... two desks in there one for each of the owners and they were always there in the evening to claim their perks, that being the freedom to fuck us dancers any time they felt the need for a weekly bonus they thought was generous but us girls considered just adequate. Tonight it was the turn of me and tall blonde with a perfect 36D-24-36 figure by the. She walked up the stairs until she reached the 4th floor. She entered the apartment and as expected, her parents already went to bed. Possibly several hours ago. Nela hoped they were not too worried about her coming back that late in the evening. Yes, they kept assuring her, that she was old enough to stay away for as long as she wanted. But still they were not able to hide worried expression in their faces when she came back late in the evening. For a moment she was thinking about going into. She looked down at her as she handed her the paper, standing their waiting for her approval. She looked up at her and smiled, their eyes locking for a moment before the teacher in her took over again and she walked back to her desk. No words had been exchanged but I could swear there was some kind of connection made between them.Miss Raphael instructed the class to jot down some ideas and questions for Kafka's Metamorphosis that "we were all supposed to have read already" and then we would. She kept glancing at us, back and forth, while I got the cereal bowls out.It was Friday. Dad had a couple students in the morning, and then a chamber rehearsal the afternoon. He gulped the last of his coffee, grabbed his cello case and headed to the kitchen door.“I should be back about four,” he said. “Clean up your breakfast things before you leave. Love you.”“Love you, too.”He kissed me on the head and ran his hand down my back and patted my bare bottom. That doesn’t usually give me a chill,.