. or perhaps it is. After he disappeared, the entire room turned black for a moment, and when the lights came back up (or I woke back up?) this room w...as around. And, no, I'm not happy about being left here. Oddly enough, he was kind enough to leave me a bookshelf full of books. That doesn't seem in keeping with his modus operandi of torture or experimentation, but who knows how the hell he's working this.I do know one thing... and this is why I'm telling him to fuck off. He seems to be. One Saturday Mark had to be at the school to help get ready for the prom dance later that evening. Getting there a little early gave him a chance to go into the girl's locker room and look around. Right between the dressing stalls and the shower room was a janitor's closet that had a sink, mop bucket, and various cleaning supplies, but over the door was an air vent that looked out into the locker room. Mark figured that if he could get into that closet when the girls were having basketball. Why am I powerless in his presence. Fuck yes I want him to fuck me, but I just can't say it. "Silence is my answer I guess Kathy" He says. DeSean turns me in his arms and holds me close' my back to his chest. He lifts me and carries me over to his desk and the next thing I know he pushes me forward and bends me over his desk. "Tell me to stop and I won't lift your skirt" Again I can't speek. My skirt is pushed up my thighs. I close my eyes willing myself to say, stop, and yet nothing comes from. “It's been a lot of fun,” I said, in all honesty. “I've actually found it quite easy and indeed pleasurable to have sex with strangers. If I'm quite frank, I think I may be turning into a bit of a nympho.”Rosie laughed. “Well, you're certainly very popular; you've made quite an impression in a very short space of time. It must have something to do with those exotic oriental looks of yours. And your eagerness to take part. I get reports back one way or another, and I know that you really throw.