Iwas hesitant to touch anything for fear I would have to pay for it.Staying in a hotel like this would definitely take some getting used to."Is everyt...hing to your satisfaction?" Brian asked me after we hadfinished the short tour."Yes," I said with a nod. "I've never stayed somewhere this nicebefore."He chuckled at my reaction. My guess was that he didn't usually get thattype of a reaction from the guests he worked with.The bellhop brought my bag in and dropped it off, and then waited. "Get up," the lean officer who had waved me to captivity said.I struggled to my feet and saw the woman, the woman we had been sent out to free. She was better looking than her portrait, much better, high colored, strong boned, fiery eyed with a body that would make a saint weep. My hungry loins stirred. She would have stirred a plaster statue."You know him?" the officer asked the woman.She shook her head, looking straight into my eyes, her lips slightly parted. She was a beauty, as good looking. I remember being aware that he was the bloke I’d be working with next term, but really nothing else. I can’t even remember speaking to him, or if I made any contact other than a brief perfunctory smile. Certainly, there were no thunderbolts, flashes of lightning or even a national lotteryesque hand coming from the sky, pointing at him and a booming voice declaring, “it’s him”. So how did I know? Well, to be honest, it kind of sneaked up on me. The new term started and the dodgy haircut was. She knew it was wrong to be there. The empty room mocked her, echoing every nervous step she took, until she leaned against a long table. Jeanne’s navy blue bathing suit outlined her breasts. Jeanne noticed them when she was fully clothed and definitely noticed them when she was half dressed and wet. Her nipples stuck out through the thin fabric. “My boobs are so huge.” She thought, “but it hasn’t helped me any.”Jeanne didn’t know what to do. She was sixteen and had been eagerly waiting to be.