Hard School Heather was a young teacher in her late twenties. She was a short young woman with long blond hair. She had been a housewife before this year. Her husband was laid off from work and she had to get a job to support them. When she started many of the other teachers said the she looked younger than some of the students. Indeed many of the high school's students were bigger than her. She didn't take the job seriously at first, thinking that her husband would be working again in a few months. However, he could not get another job, and the family had become very dependent on her income. She was hopelessly behind in her duties and her classroom was out of control. She didn't even know where to begin. She dreaded going into work each day. It was time to start her first class. Heather was frazzled. She could tell that she barely had things together in the classroom. Several of the children were out of their seats talking. She asked them to sit down but they did not seem to pay her any attention. Not one was the slightest bit interested in the work she planned for the class that day. She kept glancing at the door to see if anyone was looking in. The school principal had been keeping a close eye on her after it became apparent that she could not control her class. He came in several times to observer her lessons and criticized her for not being able to control her class better. None of the children were doing any work at all. He said that if she did not improve that she would lose her job. She didn't know what to do. None of the other teachers had any problems with their students. If Heather sent one to the office, they were sent by and she was told that if she had better control of her class then she wouldn't have problems. She tried rewarding good behavior and punishing bad. But she could not do anything to improve her situation. As a matter of fact things were getting worse. The students could see they were getting to her, and many had heard that if things did not improve she would be fired. They showed her no regard at all. She got more and more upset. She was scared that she would not be able to find another job if she was released from this one without a recommendation. Her husband had been out of work for almost a year and they had a child before he was laid off. She needed the job more than anything. She couldn't let these disrespectful teenagers cause her to lose it. The thought of it made her angry. She had always been a nice, quiet teacher up until this point. The students showed her no regard at all. She would have to make a stand. She reached over and cut out the lights. "Shut up!" she screamed. "You will all sit down and do your work right now!" "I have tried being nice." World History does not have to be this hard." "Your the ones who are making to difficult." "Now, I expect your respect, If I plan a lesson, I want it done." The class was silent. They were all looking up at her. Many sat down in their desks and began to do the worksheet in front of them. Some were giggling a little and rolling their eyes at each other, but for the first time in five months she felt like she was in control. Most responded to her and were working. She felt that if she addressed the others more personally, then she would be able to finally get everyone under control. She calmed down and got a stern look in her eye. She marched right up to one of the few students who were still standing. "Donnie Walker, maybe you didn't hear me. You will sit down in your seat right now and get started on your work or I will walk you into the office myself." "You already have Mrs. Wiseman, three times. They said that you needed to learn how to manage me and sent me right back. Do you really want to send me again?" he smiled. Heather hadn't realized how tall he was before now and looking up at him she wondered what to do. She decided that if she had made the threat she must follow through with it, otherwise they wouldn't take her seriously and she would lose whatever she just gained. The rest of the class was looking up at her to see what her reaction would be. Many were already starting to giggle again. "Mr. Walker, I don't care what they said before. I will take you again. I will not allow you back into this room either until your father comes to speak with me. Now come along." He just looked down at her and smiled. She felt a spitball hit her from behind. "Who threw that?" She yelled, spinning around quickly. Turning her back on Donnie. She glared at the class for a second before she felt Donnie's thumbs slip into the elastic of her pants. Before she knew what was happening, her pants and panties where jerked down to her ankles. Heather screamed in terror, bringing her hands down to cover her crotch. Donnie grabbed her ankles and pulled them out from under her. Unable to bring her hands up in time to catch herself, she went face first into the floor. A bit dazed, she realized that she was still naked from the waist down. She shifted to cover herself but to no avail. Students leaped out of their seats and began to grab her arms and legs. Pinning her down with her legs spread wide open; exposing to all of her students something she had only ever shared with her husband. She felt hands all over her body, pulling her shirt open, grabbing at her breasts. Squeezing them hard. Heather was still screaming as they tied her hands behind her back with a piece of her shirt. They blindfolded her with another piece. She had no way of covering herself and was humiliated. No one had ever seen her naked but her husband. Now she stood naked, in front of all of her students, completely helpless. Heather was sobbing hysterically. They helped her to her feet and let her go. She could not cover herself because of her binding and could not see because of the blindfold. She didn't know what to do. She began to run all around the room, trying to free herself. Hands grabbed at her breasts and slapped her bottom painfully. She squeezed her legs together, trying to keep poking fingers from slipping inside of her. She thought of the girls in her class who were standing by, watching her mistreated like this, not doing anything. No one was trying to stop them. "Please God, don't let them rape me," she sobbed. She blindly crawled and ran about the room until someone pushed her hard through the doorway. She was out in the hall. She could hear them laughing still. She screamed for help. She heard doors of other classes open and heard other students out in the hall. More hands. No way to even tell who they were. More laughing, more poking. How could she ever face anyone in this school, or even this town again? She heard teachers. An adult voice grabbed her and pulled her away from the children. She felt herself being lead down the hall. She was in shock from the whole situation, trembling all over. They didn't untie her or take off the blindfold until she was in the principal's office. She would later wonder just how many people she had been paraded in front of. She was shaking as they sat her down and began to untie her. When the blindfold came off she met the disapproving faces of the head teacher and the assistant principal. "What the hell happened Mrs. Wiseman? I have never seen anything like this before," said Chuck Gooding the assistant principal. You will have to talk to Mr. Allen right away. She was lead, still naked into the principal office. Mr. Allen was sitting behind his desk. He had already been told what happened by the assistant principal. "Mrs. Wiseman, I have never see such a thing as this. What the hell where you doing naked in front of the whole school?" My class overtook me; I've been having trouble all year. I've begged you to do something. Even when I send my students here they are sent right back to me. How can I make them behave? Look what happened. How can I face them? Heather sobbed, modestly trying to cover her body from Mr. Allen. Mrs. Wiseman, You have shown today that you cannot manage a classroom. I have never seen such incompetence. You are lucky to still have a job. If anything like this ever happens again you will not. I have never seen a teacher lose control to this point. I have been looking into options to help you because of you previous trouble. I was going to suggest this but now I'm requiring it. You will enroll in a classroom management class out at the University three nights a week. You will also have your lesson plans and grade book on my desk by the end of the week for inspection. I want to see if anything you are doing is up to par. Heather's heart sank. Her grade book and lesson plans were way behind. She had trouble managing her family and classroom. "But what about the students that assaulted me." "MY whole class has humiliated me." I am naked. . ." "That is your own fault for losing control. I have never seen a classroom like yours. What do you want me to do? Suspend an entire class?" "They touched me. I couldn't stop them. Please, you have to do something." "I'm afraid that it's you Mrs. Wiseman, that has to do something. If your situation does not improve you will be out of a job." He offered Heather his coat to cover herself. She wondered why he hadn't done it before talking with her. She was sent home the rest of the day with a warning that her paycheck would be docked to pay for a substitute teacher for the afternoon. Heather arrived home, glad that the house was empty. Humiliated, she sat down on her couch and began to cry. She had never felt so helpless and out of control. And she was filled with terror that she would have to face the same class tomorrow. ************************************************************************* Heather slept little that night. She was too embarrassed to share with her husband what had happened. She held it all inside, waiting for a new day. She feared going back, but needed her job. She kept telling herself that she was a professional and she would deal with the situation in a professional manner. The few times she drifted off to sleep she was haunted by nightmares about being tied up, naked and helpless. She woke quickly. She got an early start that morning. She dressed herself very modestly in a long dress, hoping to avoid attention. She arrived at school early that day so that she would not have to face anyone else. She went straight to her classroom and waited. Her first class came in at about 7:30. Several of the boys whistled and made catcalls at her. Some of the students even made ruder comments. Heather was afraid to address them at all, not wanting to lose control again. She began her lesson, but it was obvious that no one was going to listen to her. The students had no regard at all for her now. To make things worse ten minutes after the lesson started Mr. Allen walked in. He sat down at the back of the room and began making notes on her performance. It was obvious that she had lost control of her classroom and she was sure he was noting that. He stayed for the rest of the day, watching her fail again and again. Her voice was trembling and her hands shook. She knew that she was doing worse now than ever, but she didn't know what else to do, so she kept trying. At the end of the day Mr. Allen came up to her. "That was the most horrible display of teaching I have ever seen Mrs. Wiseman. You will start going to your classroom management classes next week. In the meantime, I would really like to review your grades and plans so that I can offer you suggestions on what to do. Please don't forget to have your lesson plan and grade book on my desk by the end of the day tomorrow." Heather's heart sank. With everything else yesterday and today she had forgotten. She was hopelessly behind with both book and it would take her the rest of the afternoon to get something ready to show him. She quickly saw Mr. Allen out and rushed back to her desk to begin. To her dismay her grade book was gone. She began to frantically search for it, pulling out papers and files. Throwing aside documents on her desk. She didn't notice her classroom door open again. "Is this what you are looking for Mrs. Wiseman?" She looked up to see Donnie, her main tormenter from yesterday standing in front of her, holding her grade book in his hands. "Give that to me right now!" she screamed. "I was looking though this and I noticed that you have not written down any grades since midterm." "Donnie," she said, "I really need that back." "You don't need to cause any more trouble." "I really think that I should show this to the office. You should be keeping better records. I heard Mr. Allen ask you to turn it in tomorrow. Maybe we need to go over and show him now." Heather's bottom lip began to tremble. "Please Donnie, I've got the tests from your class in the file cabinet. I just need to transfer the scores into the grade book. It's probably going to take all night. Give it back so that I can get started." "If you want the book, you're going to have to earn it," he said. "I'll give it back to you, but we'll have some fun first." He then told her to meet him in an abandon farmhouse two blocks away from the school. She was to walk from the school to the farmhouse. She must not take her car. If she didn't come or she drove her car then the book would be burned and she would not have anything to show Mr. Allen. Donnie walked out of the room laughing. Heather put her head on her desk and began to cry. ****************************************************************** Heather left the school right at three, as soon as the teachers were allowed to. She began to walk down the street on foot. How could I have let this happen? What are they going to do to me? Is my job really worth this? Then she thought about how much trouble her husband was having finding work and how if she lost her job she would not be able to provide for her beloved child. She also thought about how horrible and sickening it had been being blindfolded and tied up, naked in front of the whole school. And how much worse this would be. As she arrived at the barn she saw that there were at least ten cars parked in front of it. She recognized them as being student cars. She walked up into the barn and saw it was dark inside. "Come in and close the door behind you!" a voice boomed. She did as she was told. It was completely dark. A bright spotlight came on, blinding her. She could see people sitting behind it but she could only make out silhouette. There were at least fifteen people. Some boy and some girls. "Take off your clothes!" the voice boomed again. Heather's hands began to tremble, a tear slide down her cheek. "No please!" she said. In the darkness she saw a lighter ignite and she could see Donnie, holding her grade book very close to the flame. She reached up and began to unbutton her shirt. All of a sudden cameras began to flash from behind the spotlight. "No pictures" she pleaded. "Shut up Bitch!" Donnie's voice boomed. She pulled her shirt off, exposing a silky white bra underneath. "Keep going!" She untied the waistband of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood before the crowd, in her bra and matching panties. Placing her hands over her most private areas. Trying to maintain some privacy from the group. Cameras continued to flash despite her earlier plea. "Now, slowly remove your bra." She unfastened it, letting her two white supple breast fall out. She was humiliated. "Now your panties!" She hooked her two fingers into her elastic waistband and pulled them down. Heather had always been very attractive. Her body was tiny, but very well shaped. Her skin was white and soft. The hair between her legs was as blond as the hair on her head. Tiny goose pimples covered her body. She was cold and her tiny nipples hardened. "Crawl over here!" Heather got down on her hands and knees and crawled into the light. The floor was dirty and the whole place smelled. As she got closer she could make out some of the others. They were all in her class. Donnie was sitting in a chair. His pants were down around his knees and his penis was sticking straight in the air. Its size was quite impressive. "Suck this Bitch!" he yelled. Heather paused. She had never done anything like that before. The idea was revolting. Her husband had begged her to before but she had refused. She couldn't even imagine. Now she was going to kneel and do for this teenage boy what she had refused to do even for her husband. Donnie saw her look of disgust and motioned toward her grade book on the floor. "As soon as you make me cum, you can go. You have a lot of work to do tonight." Heather crawled up close to him rubbing his legs. His dick was so hard it was turning purple. She could get it over with quickly she thought. She rubbed her hands up and down his legs to tease him. She got really close so her breasts pressed into his legs. Cameras flashed more. At least five of the others watching had brought cameras with them. One guy was taping her with a video recorder also. She worried about when these pictures might come up again. There was nothing she could do about it though. She ran her hands up his legs and grasp his cock firmly. She rolled her tongue over the head of it. She thought if she got him really excited he would cum quickly and she could go home. She slowly put the tip in her mouth and sucked. I little drop of semen trickled out. She moved her lips up and down harder and faster. Moaning a little. She tickled his testicals with her long fingernails. She moved her tongue and her lips, sucking and licking until finally a hot jet of semen shot down her throat. She swallowed hard, not wanting to displease him. She looked up at him, hoping to be dismissed. Someone from behind place a cloth bag over her head. She tried to pull it off but her hands were grabbed. She was forced to the floor and her legs were spread apart. Hand held her down while others explored her body. This time it was even more intament. Fingers entered her vagina and brushed over her clit. She had no way of knowing where they would touch her next. A penis entered her mouth and a few seconds later one entered her cunt. Despite everything else she had been through, this was her first time being raped. She felt like her last bit of dignity was being stripped from her. She choked on a jet of sperm in her mouth and the penis left it only to be replaced by another. Soon the guy fucking her cam and another guy took his place. The bag covered her face. She didn't even know who was fucking her. It seemed to go on for hours. One guy after another. Things grew darker and she began to feel light headed. She fainted. **************************************** When Heather awoke she did not know where she was. It took her several minutes to remember the viscous assault on her body. She was sore all over and her insides felt like they were on fire. The boys were gone and so were her clothes and her grade book. Had all of this been for nothing? Her car was still parked at the school and to get to it she would have to walk back naked. She had an extra key taped underneath the bumper for when she locked herself out. She would be able to drive home. But then what? Surly her husband would notice if she walked in naked and covered in cum. What could she tell him? That she was raped. Should she call the police? What about the pictures they took? She could imagine pictures of herself sucking a teenagers dick being posted on the web, sent in to adult magazines or god knows what else. If they got out she would never work again. All of the boys were under age also. She could be tried for raping them. What if she was pregnant? What if she had AIDS? She walked out and saw that it was dark. It was later than she thought. Her husband would be worried. She decided to walk through the woods to avoid being seen by cars on the road. It was tough walking through woods and night with no clothes or shoes. Branches and thorns tore at her flesh. When she got to the school she could no longer move under the cover of trees. She moved out into the open and walked towards her car. To her relief her clothes were neatly folded and sitting on the hood, along with her grade book. "Thank God," she whispered. As she dressed she noticed that her bra and panties were still missing. It felt good to be wearing something though. When Heather got home her husband was waiting by the door. "Where the hell were you? I was about the call the police!" ""They are watching me really closely now. I've had a lot of trouble in my class lately. I really need some time to get everything together or I'll lose my job." Her husband knew that she had been really busy with the baby being born and all. He wasn't surprised to hear about her performance at work dropping. He fixed her supper while she got started on her lesson plans and grade book. To her surprise several of the grades had already been filled out in ink. All of the boys who had raped her earlier and also given themselves very high marks in her grade book. She was almost relieved that she would not have to fill out those columns of scores with all the other stuff that she had to do. She left in their scores, making them look like top students. ********************************************************************* Heather was tired the next morning. She had been up almost all night recording lessons and writing grades. She had time for two hours of sleep; most of it was haunted by nightmares of the day's events. It was hard to get in her car and go to work. She wanted to run away. She wanted to die. She felt dirty. When she got to the school she went into Mr. Allen's office. He said that her grade book and lesson plans looked great and he was really impressed. She felt joy for the first time in days. Her heart leaped with excitement. "I'm sure everything will work out for you," He said "We just have to help you get your class under control." She agreed and took off to start the day. When she sat down to check her email on her classroom computer she was in for a shock. One of her students had email her the pictures that he and taken from yesterday. They were all pictures of her sucking Donnie's dick. She had tried to look like she was enjoying herself at the time to make him cum faster. These pictures made it look like she was consenting. "I see you got Harry's email" came a voice from behind. She turned quickly and saw Donnie standing behind her. "We thought you would like to see how good you look. We have copies of all the pictures and a video tape of your little show yesterday. If you don't do what we say then we'll show them to Mr. Allen, your husband and anyone else you ever ask for a job. You'll never work again. We'll also show the police how you molested a minor. I'm sure five years in jail will do you good." "Donnie, I've done everything you ask up until now. I don't plan on stopping. Just don't mess up my job or my marriage. I'll do anything you ask." He smiled. "Drink this" He pulled a bottle of Milk of Magnesia out of his bag. "We're going to clean you out." "Donnie", she said, "Class is about to start. I've got three classes back to back and I won't have a chance to take a restroom break for almost two and a half hours. I'll drink it, just not now." "OK, he said, "I'll just go ahead and show Mr. Allen your pictures then." Heather took the bottle and drunk. "Empty the bottle now, don't leave a drop." As she finished some other students came into the room. A few minutes later class began. For the first fifteen minutes or so everything was fine. Then she felt a cramp in her stomach, then another. Her bowels began to stir. She gave the rest of her lecture in pain. Trying not to move for fear of soiling herself in front of the whole class. Because she had another class coming in after that one she had to say in her room. If something happened and she was not there she would still be responsible. If a fight started or something she could lose her job. She had to teach two more classes before she could go to the restroom. She didn't think she would make it. She tried sitting down standing up changing portions, none of it seemed to help. She could barely walk when the last class left. She limped to the restroom and relieved herself. It was her planning period now. She had 45 minutes until her next class. When she went back to her room there was a note on her desk along with a picture of her begin fucked by one of her other students. The note said to walk back to the barn again after school. ******************************************************************* Heather took off for the barn as soon as she was able to leave the school. Teachers had to stay later than students, so Donnie and his friends had plenty of time to set up whatever they were going to do next. Her hands shook as she opened the door. There were almost thirty guys inside. She slowly edged into the door holding her head down low, unable to face the young boys. She wanted to run, go back to the school and tell Mr. Allen everything. Surly the boys would show him the pictures though and she would lose any chance of ever working anywhere again. If her husband found out she might also lose her marriage and even her son. Overhead lights this time lighted the barn and there was no spotlight. Several of the boys where drinking beer. They all began to cheer when Heather came in. "You're going to get it today, Bitch!" one yelled. Another spit in her face. "Strip her!" The next thing Heather knew she was on the ground again. Clothes begin ripped off, naked. Her arms were pinned down and her legs spread apart she was sure that she was going to be raped again. Her whole body was still sore from the other day. Her insides hurt and she didn't think that she could stand it. One of the boys took off his belt. We're going to make you scream, Bitch!" He yelled. The belt went whistling through the air toward her unprotected vagina. The one-second lasted an eternity. Her body twisted and contorted, trying to avoid the blow. SMACK! A hot flash of pain surged through her body. She didn't even notice the second blow coming, SMACK! "Did you like that Bitch?" SMACK! "Want some more Bitch!" SMACK! They let her go and she grabbed her crotch, trying to sooth the pain. "Stand up!" Heather slowly started to rise, but was jerked to her feet by another boy. "You are our slut now, Mrs. Wiseman. You will do whatever we say to do whenever we say to do it. If someone says to show your tits you make sure it's a good show. If someone needs his dick sucked or a quick fuck you better be ready. If you get out of line we will tell the school and your family that you've been fucking all of us. We'll show pictures and everything. Everyone will know you're a slut when we're done." Heather had already gotten the idea. "You're going to make us some money tonight." Donnie said. "We're going to use the money you make to by drinks for the party this weekend." "Change into these." He said, producing a small bag. The clothes that she wore in were ripped to shreds. She was glad to be able to cover up. She grabbed the bag; only to find a short leather dress, see through panties, a tube top and spike heals. Surly she couldn't wear this. She looked up questioningly at the boys. "Put the damn clothes on now Bitch!" Donnie said. She dressed. She was then blindfolded and tied. It scared her the most when they wouldn't let her see. She worried they might all pounce on her and rape her violently like they did the other day. Instead they lead her out to one of their trucks. She was placed inside and someone got into the cab and began to drive. No one spoke. The ride lasted a long time. When the truck stopped she was taken out. They were downtown. She didn't know how long it had been because they had taken her watch. She knew that it was late though, because it was dark. She had to get home soon, her husband would be worried. He must never find out about any of this. "We are leaving you here Bitch!" Donnie yelled in her face. "We'll be back in two hours. You have until then to make $500 or we'll show the pictures that we made yesterday to your husband and the school. If you try and leave before then, or you don't make enough money you'll be very sorry." She stared at him and saw that he was smiling. "How can I make any money here?" she said, honestly not having any idea what to do. "You'll have to whore yourself out, slut." He smiled. Heather's heart sank. After all that she had been though, she just wanted to go home. She was tired and sore. She was really hungry also. She had no way of knowing how to go about trying to sell her body. The idea of another person having sex with her made her tremble. The boys got in their trucks and drove off. She didn't have a watch. She had no idea when her time would be up. The parking lot she was in was deserted, so she could probably bring someone here. Would anyone even want to pay for her? Her makeup was messed up from crying. She felt dirty from crawling on the barn floor and her clothes made her look really cheap. What if she ran into someone she knew? She could visualize herself running into Mr. Allen leaving a restaurant with his wife. What would he say if he found out? Time was running out. She walked out into the street. She moved into the crowded downtown area. One guy whistled at her. Several ladies looked at her in disgusted. She could feel eyes peering at her. She didn't know what to do. She walked into a bar and sat down. She didn't have any money at all, but maybe she could find someone in here who she could proposition. It wasn't too long before someone found her. The guy at the end of the bar sent a drink over to her. She'd never really drunk before, but she downed it quickly, hoping to take some of the edge off. Ten minutes later she found herself down on her knees in the men's room. Sucking his cock. She tried to make herself as appealing as possible, hoping he would finish quickly. After getting a hot jet of semen in her mouth she was awarded $20. This would be a long night. She did about four more blowjobs in the restroom of the bar before she was asked to leave. The manager told her that they didn't want trash like her in the bar. This really hurt her. She decided that she could make better money if she could get someone to fuck her. She'd spent almost an hour just making $100. The idea was revolting, but so was everything else that she'd been forced to do. She went into several bars before she found someone who said he would give her $400 to fuck. He was a large black guy with a lazy eye. He was probably 500 lbs and he was very scary looking. She took him to the deserted parking lot that she had been left in early. She was running out of time, and would hopefully finish up just as the boys got there. She would be very glad to see them. She undressed fully in the parking lot. Rubbing her breasts for the black guy. She could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was very excited. She undid his zipper and took his cock into her mouth. She rubbed and sucked until his dick was so hard it was turning purple. She laid him down on the ground and took him inside of her. She thought back to the first time that she was ever with a man. Her college boyfriend. How it had been so innocent and pure. How she thought about him every day. How she made him wait so long. She thought about her first time with her husband. How she loved him so much. How this would hurt him so much. The black guy rolled over so he was on top. He ejaculated inside of her. Just as she thought it was over his fist came down on her face. Everything went dark. When she awoke Donnie was shaking her. "Where is my money Bitch." She thought about the $100 in her pocket, but when she felt for it, it was gone. "I was robbed! I had it, really I did" "Tough shit bitch! That's not going to pay for our party tomorrow." "Please, leave me out here longer, I can get the money." She cried. "If I were you bitch, I'd leave town. We're going to ruin you." The boys left her there. They said they weren't coming back for her. She should leave because the pictures would be all over town in two hours. At first she didn't know what to do. She decided to take a taxi home. She figured they would give her another chance if she paid them. She had some money saved. When she got home the cab driver told her it was 2:00 in the morning. All the lights in the house were on. She didn't know where she could tell her husband she had been. She didn't know how she could explain to him how she was dressed. When she walked in the door there was nothing to explain. He was sitting in his chair, watching a video of her sucking Donnie's dick. I was a close up of her, she looked consenting. "Some boys dropped this tape by for me earlier. They said that I should watch it. I didn't know that it was a picture of my wife slutting herself out. What the fuck!" He screamed. Heather didn't know what to do. It was like her whole world was really falling apart. She fled the house to escape her husband's rage. She ran out into the street only to find police cars. She was being arrested for having sex with a minor. During the hearing the pictures where all shown. She tried to tell her story, but no one would believe her. Her husband left her during the trial. She served for five years in a correctional facility. After her parole hearing she was unable to find work. No school would hire her. She went for months without work until one day she got a call for an interview. She spent days getting ready for the interview. This could be her one chance. She went to the school in her best dress. She had to wait almost thirty minuets before going back to the principal's office. When she finally walked in her smile faded away. Her hands began to shake. She looked at the man behind the desk. "Hello Donnie" she said.
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