“Nooooooooo, please,” she wailed. “You can’t. PLEASE. I hurt so much. I'll do whatever you want. Pleeeease.” She broke off in sobs. “It�...��s OK, my dear,” Harold began in his soothing doctor tone, looking her in the eye as her gaze moved wildly between the cane in his hand and the erect penis between his thighs. “It will all be over soon, just a few love bites to remember me by.” She stared at him in stunned silence as she took in his words. Then shock replaced her silence as the cane. Pretty. No, pretty isn't even close, he thought. There isn't a one of them in this building who couldn't become a model. And from what I've seen, they're all smart. But his eyes locked on Sandra and Bobby. I don't know why they fell for me, but I'm damn sure not going to look that proverbial gift horse in the mouth. They love me and I love them. That's all that matters. Jeff says it's because I'm an Alpha and they're meant for me.I don't know how this is going to work out, though. How will I. When you come here next week, I want you to bring your makeup with you as I want you to look like you are going out on a big date. Don't worry about the clothes you will be wearing. What is your dress and shoe size?"She gave him the sizes and told him she would see him next week. His offer of help had given her a lot to think about but him wanting her to have makeup on had her wondering what he had in mind.There wasn't much for Bret going on for the remainder of the week. Bret was starting to. I’m in Fine Arts!’ ‘Is that your stage name? Could you sign this napkin for me,’ I asked feigning a boyish, leering enthusiasm. ‘Do you even go to this school? What’s your name?’ she asked in a tone that the most officious Dean of Students would have trouble matching. ‘O’Scouries ma’am, Patrick O’Scouries.’ ‘You’re Irish?’ ‘From Brooklyn miss…we’re sorta neighbors. You can call me Paddy ma’am,’ I offered with a smile. She sneered at my suggestion that we could possibly be neighbors, she looked.