“You? What are you doing here?”Sandrine stared. She knew she could not afford to antagonize the man but she saw no need to cringe before him. She ...was no longer a slave and she was no longer in his power. She had the protection of Gérard and Amélie and her own status now as a printer’s assistant.“My name is Sandrine. I assist Master Merle Heathcoate in his printing business. I came to Oxford with the daughter of my former employer, Lord Sanderson, and his foster son, who is enrolled in B—. “Nikki Pearson is here to see you, Mrs Denver.” “Send her in,“Mrs Denver replied. Charlotte watched the 23-year-old walk towards the study door as much in wonder as thinking about the pain Nikki was about to endure. Charlotte had seen so many students go in to the study with trepidation and come back out with tear-stained faces, rubbing their bottoms. She wondered what it was like to be caned and wondered whether she would ever suffer at the hands of her boss. Mrs Denver had a soft spot for. He groaned, then curled up in fetal position on the floor. Donna didn't recognize him and she wondered how lucid either of them had been when they started something neither could finish. She looked around the living room where she had slept--trashed even worse than yesterday.Susan.The hangover quelled the euphoria enough for all the repressed emotions to charge to the forefront of her mind. She had to see her--see if she was all right.Donna stumbled up the stairs to the room where her friend. He starts tugging on me and I look up at him in confusion. "Come on," he says. I stand up and slowly follow him off the beach and onto my parents’ property. He stops and turns suddenly, taking my face in his hands, and brings his lips to my own. Why does his touch and kiss affect me so? I can feel a tingling sensation start spreading throughout my body, sending shivers down my spine. Ahh. I break away and look up at him. "What are you up to? I know that look,” I say. "Just come here,.