"She was causing agiggling disturbance with Lidia and some other girls, while standing inline. I think they were talking about, of all things boys," ...shereplied amusingly.Kelly smiled to herself. "Sounds like she is making some friends.Maybe they were talking about her date, Sebastian?" She posed beforetaking another bite.Deanna thought. "Perhaps, but Sebastian or just making friends, I tookthe opportunity to swat her on the behind, as if I was truly punishingher, which of course I wasn't,". The figure came around to his side of the bed and his eyes widened as he realized it was Karla.“What’s wrong, Daughter?” he asked. “Aren’t you feeling well? What brings you here?”“Have you ever heard of droit de seigneur?” she asked softly.He had heard of it. It translated into “right of the lord,” but he couldn’t really place it. “No, I guess I haven’t,” he replied. “What is this right?”“When a subject is to wed, the lord has the right to take the girl to his bed — for inspection, I suppose —. I will memorize them." Clara hissed, her anger was taking form."Good, with that said, please read section 3, rule number 5."Clara picked up the book and looked at the index. Section 3 was about student's attire and began at page 9. She flipped to that page and searched for rule number 5. When she got to the rule, her face paled.-Students are not allowed to wear high heels with heel height of more than 3 inches-"I would say that's more than three, don't you agree?" she nodded at the heels. The words, the thought of it, sent a shiver through Violet each and every time she read it. She had no idea who or what he was, but she wanted him to touch her more than anything in the world. * * * You must trust me. Nothing more. No explanation of how, or why, or when. The note was a simple command, or a plea, or a hope. Violet didn’t know how to take it, and didn’t care. Trust she would. * * * You can never know who I am. If you know, it will all be broken. Violet squeezed the note in her.