I was voted as one of the four freshman class officers, something that would help me apply for colleges. But it is still a huge transition from junior... high to high school. Whenever Alex and I went to parties, usually hosted by a sophomore that we were friends with, I noticed a lot of alcohol and marijuana, something that made me uncomfortable. Many of my friends, however, were fine with it, and eventually started doing things to get the booze they wanted. I pretended not to notice, and I. Looked like somebody had torched the gas station, but that wasn't unusual, none of it was. There was a big building that looked like a castle keep, sort of. All stained red brick and chalky mortar with a flat roof. I studied it through my eyeglass, which was just half a pair of binoculars. The other half I'd traded for penicillin and aspirin when I'd really needed those.There was smoke coming from the building, or maybe from just behind it, I couldn't tell. Somebody was there, cooking maybe, or. “Where are we? What happened?” Then she looked down. “What happened to my shirt? Vice? WHY AM I TIED UP?”She was indeed tied up. He’d dragged her to a tree at the edge of the beach, sat her against it, and then tied her hands behind her, around the tree. He’d also removed her crew shirt, exposing her pretty C-cup tits. Her blonde hair fell in pretty disarray across her face.“You haven’t asked, ‘why am I wearing a collar?’” said Vice.She paused. “Why am I wearing a collar?” she said.“How many. I am delighted to see D’andre waiting outside for me to arrive. I smile. He always makes me feel good. He helps the ride service person unload me and he takes position behind my chair pushing me to the therapy room.“How are you today, Sunshine?” D’andre asks.“Better now that I see your smiling face.”“Wonderful! Let’s get you through the therapy today, then I was going to push you through the back gardens afterwards if you would like.”“Um, yes. I think I would really like that. Thank you.