She had wanted to be a model but lacked the general look that the current crop all seemed to share. Her eyes were small, almost beady, her cheek bones... just a little too sharp and overall he did not find her photogenic. An opinion shared by a number of photographers he had learned both in alcohol fueled rants from Amanda as well as from talking to the photographers themselves. Finally, it was her personality that just turned him off. Whether it was the artificial openness of her nature or an. "Sure, dear."I followed Kelly up the steps and caught her as she was about to goby my door to her bedroom. "Ahm, Greg, you must be tired. This isyour room. You should get to sleep, it's gonna be a short night foryou."Kelly stopped and turned around. "There's no way I'm getting up infour hours."At this I almost lost my temper, I grabbed Kelly's thick arm, "Areyou kidding? You have to! I've got weight lifting and Coach takesattendance. Then I have to go to work." I'm not doing any of that. Vincents,Allison you must address us by our titles,you will address me as Sr.," Sr.Frances said with a stern look on her face."Sorry,I mean,yes,Sr.Frances",Allison said noticing the look on the nuns face and suddenly aware that she was at their mercy.The stories she heard of women being slapped came flooding into her mind.Sr.Frances looked Allison up and down."The way girls dress,leaves a lot to the imagination;Allison,follow me". Allison followed Sr.Francis along a corridor.Allison couldn't. Just like the videos she watched so enviously. Ingrid saw Ash thinking. She unsettled her by saying, “Let’s go Ash,” and took her arm and led her to the chest of drawers against the wall. Ash was so surprised when Ingrid took out the wooden backed hairbrush from the top drawer. How did she know it was there? Ash had purchased the hairbrush a few weeks before to replace the heavy plastic spoon and used it to spank herself but thought no one knew it existed, yet Ingrid went straight to it. How.