After that fateful day with Mr. Cook and his biker gang I knew that it wouldn’t be the last. It felt so naughty but I knew I wouldn’t be able to control the irrepressible need between my legs. Sneaking into Mr. Cook’s bed before he awoke, I aroused myself to the point of no return.

I should have controlled my urges. My parents always warned me that he was bad news. Unfortunately, it was becoming painfully obvious that they were right.