I hated the ‘V’ word. I forwarded them both to her. I thought after I sent that I shouldn’t havedone that. Marty and I have a respectable friend...ship based on trust and we keep private things private. No gossiping. Again she sent the devil face icon. Did she know more than she was letting on? Feel free to send me pics of your snatch, too, I thought, but didn’t send. ‘OMFG, that second number is Bec. We switched shifts a couple of weeks ago and I still have her number!’ came a text from Marty. . "I wanted to punish both of them in the worst possible way. I spent six weeks thinking about what to do to them. I asked myself what I considered the worst fate possible for a person to have inflicted on them."I considered death, but that is an ending and the victim feels no pain or suffering once they die. I thought of abandoning them on a deserted island, but they might adapt and live a lonely but pleasant life."It took me a while but I finally decided that a long life of total paralysis. The professor misinterpreted my small smile and half closed eyes, and looked at me bewildered but with his own smile. This amused me more. My smile got bigger. Classes went on and on, and now I was looking at my study partner in my room. She flipped a page in her thick hardcover book, mulling over the literature of the 1800's. I reached behind my stereo to pull out a cassette, and inserted it into the machine. Pressing "Play", I knew the music would disturb her and knew also that was why I was. Schoolbooks and Computer on the desks, nothing special. I checked the closet in the first room, according to the books it was Jenny?s. No funbox in there, not a single toy. Sweet and innocent, I liked that. The closet in Megan?s room had a well hidden pair of play-cuffs and a vibrator, this was going to be so much fun. The beds were very much to my liking, small but with a sturdy iron frame providing enough possibilities to tie someone up. I left to check the basement. The stairs were concrete.