After almost 20 minutes Mr. Smyth returned. Sharon eyed him with disdain. Mr. Smyth was a stuffy old-school (some would say "old") sort of teacher, al...ways complaining about how today's youth was spoiled from having too much and not getting enough discipline, or as he called it "proper discipline." Short and fat with weird hair, and some odd English accent, he gave off the air of an old time British professor with a condescending and narcissistic attitude. His deep breathing made him sound. The townhouses were so close it was easy to hear everything if you raised your voice even a little. I looked out the window and saw Candice’s mom yelling at her at the top of her lungs, their windows were opened and made her voice carry extremely clear. “You come home at 1am in the morning drunk!? You drove home drunk! You could have been killed or taken advantage of! What were you thinking!?” The mother yelled at Candice. “Mom I’m going to college soon! I can do what-” Candice’s words were. "All right, beyond what a man your age should know." Hey, I didn't hear you complain."Again she burned with embarrassment. "I'm ... not complaining. You ... that is, I have to admit you are fantastic. But you don't learn that in a sex ed class. At least I HOPE you don't."He laughed. "Word gets around and I pay attention. I've also done some reading."That was not exactly a lie. He had sought out some information on his own even though most of what he had learned had been from Trent."Well, when. After Caroline successfully introduced Louis to Wendy, she was able toextend her sessions outside of their weekly scheduled times. Caroline setup a series of trigger words into Louis's subconscious. She and Charleshad gotten into the habit of calling Louis in the evening, simply sayingthe word "Whorebait", and counting on his arrival at their townhousewithin fifteen minutes where he would arrive as Wendy, the cock and cunthungry whore ready to please them. With another word, she would.