Marigold's Academy

Anja

 

Anja Osman was one of the most accomplished language students at Marigold's.  Fluent in Turkish, German and English she had quite a head start on the others.  With the aid of her best friend, Keiko Fukushima she was also picking up a fair smattering of Japanese.  The two of them were involved in a heated but good natured discussion on cultural differences.  Anja's father was working in Germany, away from his native Turkey when he met her mother.  He had moved to the eastern city of Chemnitz following the fall of the iron curtain.  She had grown up there during the communist era, having previously known her home as Karl Marx Stadt.  Osman's hope of finding fortune in the newly liberated state failed when the local economy faltered and the young couple, she now big with child, moved west to Hamburg in search of a better life.  There Osman got involved with some shady underworld characters and part of his forfeit to escape from their clutches led to their daughter, now in her teens, completing her education at Marigold's academy.

 

"So, this FKK as you call it," Keiko began, "this is normal in your country?"

 

"Ja, it means Freikörperkultur.  Lots of people were that way in East Germany where my mother grew up.  It's no big deal like your, how you call it - bukkake?"

 

She was referring to the common practice of nudism in many parts of Europe, including Germany.

 

Keiko laughed.  "We don't do bukkake any more - that's folklore. Some people say it never even existed you know.  So you walk around with nothing on, in public with complete strangers?  Weird."

 

"Hey, I'll tell you what, we'll organise a naked pool party - senior girls and teachers - then you'll see how nice it is to be free and in tune with nature.  It will be like after netball.  What do you think sir?"

 

Sir was Mr Wilmott-Taylor, the netball coach.  Keiko and Anja were having this discussion as they rested their heads on either side of his muscular, hairy chest.  They were lying in his bed, and if Keiko had any reservations about nudity she certainly wasn't showing it now since she had nothing on except the sheet that covered the three of them.  Wilmott-Taylor had just fucked her and was recovering his cock before doing the same to Anja.

 

Tall, handsome and athletic Wilmott-Taylor had most of the girls eating from the palm of his hand.  He was in his mid thirties and much younger than many of the teachers.  He had a thing for jet black hair, which both Keiko and Anja had plenty of.  They were his favourite (but not only) girlfriends.  Anja had inherited her features mainly from her father's side of the family.  She had large dark brown eyes, partly framed by thick dark eyebrows which complemented her hair.  Her lips were full and pouting.  Her skin was light brown and unblemished.  As much as her breasts were small, pert and upturned, her rear was larger, fuller and hung low, like an inverted heart shape.  It was well-supported since Wilmott-Taylor's hand was holding it rather firmly.  Keiko was pale skinned, flat chested and flat bottomed.  How she envied the girls with ample rears.  One of these days she was going to get buttock implants.  Wilmott-Taylor seemed quite content with it though, it had to be said.

 

"Hmmm?" he growled, sleepily,"what was that girls?"

 

"A naked pool party sir.  I'll go as long as Anja does a bukkake in return."

 

Anja giggled, then poked Keiko playfully in the ribs, "Yeah, I'll do bukkake the day I see you get your baps out in front of all the teachers!"

 

It was a rash promise which she would end up having to keep.  Keiko was shy about her body and avoided Wilmott-Taylor's post-match festivities, of which more later.

 

"Yeah, that's cool girls.  Count me in.  What was that bukkake thingy?"

 

His deep, gravelly voice and impeccably posh English gentleman's accent were yet another reason that he had the girls all fawning over him at every opportunity.  Even the lesbians thought he was cute.

 

His netball lessons were certainly unconventional, but unusually for Marigold's he was not the prime mover of the original change.  It was the girls, no doubt corrupted by the general atmosphere of the place.  One fine summer's afternoon Wilmott-Taylor was starting yet another netball lesson with the sixth form.  He was exasperated to discover that nobody had remembered to bring the coloured bibs that he normally used to distinguish one team from another during practice.  Twelve girls stood identically dressed in front of him, each sporting a pale yellow top and short navy blue gym skirt.  He was busy ticking them off for being so slack when one of them piped up, "I know sir, why don't half of us take off our skirts?  We can have skirts versus knickers!"

 

Wilmott-Taylor was temporarily lost for words, and in the moment of his speechlessness she took his silence to signify approval and promptly whipped off her skirt, tossing it onto the grassy bank at the side of the court.  Down the bank, on the other side of the fence the usual crowd of male spectators had gathered.  They were in a particularly good position since the raised court afforded them a better view up the girls' skirts, especially when they had to run down the bank and bend over to pick up the ball.  Hands fumbled in pockets as eyes squinted eagerly through the chicken wire.

 

As she stood before him, in just her yellow top and white panties a broad grin spread across Wilmott-Taylor's face and he agreed that it was a splendid idea.  Zoë, the girl who had made the suggestion was duly appointed captain of one team, and she wasted no time in nominating her chief rival, Kirsten  as the other.  As the two girls came to the front to pick their respective teams Zoë was glowing with delight and excitement that she was standing right in front of Mr Wilmott-Taylor in just her knickers and a small top.  She hoped he was getting a hard on from looking at her.  He certainly would when she and her team were wiggling their bottoms at him as they danced around the court.  Kirsten glared at Zoë, knowing she had deliberately excluded her from the opportunity to show off in front of Wilmott-Taylor. No doubt she was hoping to catch his eye and be in with a chance of getting asked out on one of his Sunday drives.  He was in the habit of talking one, sometimes two of the girls for a drive in his sports car.  The prettiest would get to sit in the front where Wilmott-Taylor's hand would spend more time on her knee or up her skirt than on the gear stick.  He would drive them to a secluded spot, away from the main school grounds then he would fuck them.

 

Kirsten was Not going to be outdone.  "We're not going to wear the colours of the opposition - we'll have to take off our panties." There was little protest as her team discarded their knickers in a little pile next to the skirts of Zoë's team.

 

Wilmott-Taylor was in his element.  The knickers team were delightful to watch as he followed their pert little bottoms jumping around the court.  The skirts team were less revealing most of the time but when they jumped or bent over he was treated to some wonderful views of their fannies.  How he loved this school!  Kirsten and Zoë would be rewarded this weekend.  Perhaps it would be funny to get them to snog each other before he shagged them, knowing how much mutual dislike there was between them.  What better way to kiss and make up?!

 

It was a highly sexually charged session and the clouds of teenage pheromones floating around that court must have had a powerful effect, because at the end of it the girls invited him to join them in the bath.  It was traditional for the girls to climb into a large communal bath after games.  Wilmott-Taylor usually attended in a supervisory rôle, as if they really needed him to watch them bathe! 

 

He did not hesitate to accept the invitation and there were squeals of glee as they helped him to undress.  Although a substantial number of them had seen his cock there was still a ripple of gleeful excitement as his erection proudly stood up when they removed his pants.  It appeared that he had come in his pants at least once during the game.

 

There was much nudging and disbelieving words mouthed to one another.  Was Sir really going to take a bath with them?  Oh yes.  The staff had it all prepared and ready, as they always did.  It was a large whirlpool, sunk into into the floor.  Not deep enough to stand up in, but certainly deep enough to sit and enjoy.  As soon as he climbed in and took his place he was joined on either side by two eager girls.  He may have shot his load once this afternoon but their hands commenced a valiant effort to bring about another helping.  So much fun was had by all that it became a standard fixture of his lessons, as did the unorthodox method of identifying the two teams.

 

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Keiko was late.  Again.  Of all the girls in her class at school she was undoubtedly the worst at time keeping.  Unfortunately for Keiko, this time her lateness would have more consequences than she could have imagined.  As she rushed from the street into the Tokyo subway station, school skirt flapping as she hurried, satchel swings wildly by her side, she failed to notice the man in the long coat who was loitering casually by the entrance.  Why would she take any notice of yet another commuter on his way to work on one of the most crowded public transport networks in the world?  He noticed her.  He was waiting for her.  He didn't know whether it would be today, or tomorrow, or the day after, but sooner or later the girl would once again be rushing to school alone, long after her more punctual friends had made their journey.

 

She didn't notice him as he followed a few steps behind as she bounded down the escalator.  She didn't notice him as he stood discreetly behind her on the platform.

 

The train thundered into the station and she looked with relief at her watch.  She would just make it in time, as long as there were no delays.  She jumped gratefully onto the train and squeezed into what little space she could find.  The train was packed, as usual, and even finding somewhere to stand was difficult, but she managed it.  And so did he.  He was squeezed in right behind her.

 

She didn't notice him as the train pulled out of the first station.   She didn't notice him as his crotch began to rub against her bottom as the train rattled along the tunnel.  She didn't notice his erection growing under his coat as he rubbed against her.

 

The next station began to hurtle past the window in no time.  The doors opened and a few people tumbled with relief onto the platform, to be replaced in seconds by more human sardines.  Then it was off again.  One more stop, but this was a long stretch.  It would be ten minute before Keiko would reach her destination.  It would be a long ten minutes.

 

As soon as the doors had closed he began to put his well-rehearsed plan into action.  He eased his coat open, then his hands returned above his waist, where all could see that he was not one of the notorious gropers who roamed the Tokyo subway, molesting female passengers.  His trousers were incomplete at the front.  They ended just above the hem of his coat, to which the legs were attached.  With his coat now open, his erect penis was pushing against the back of Keiko's skirt.

 

Now she noticed him.

 

Keiko tried to turn around and see who it was, but it was too crowded to move.  She tried to call out, but nobody noticed her.  They were all too engrossed in their own private contemplations.  She was trapped, with an unseen stranger rubbing his penis against her.  She tried to stamp on his foot, but missed and then found to her horror that his foot was between her feet.  He was forcing her legs apart!

 

The man eased himself down slightly and managed to flick the tip of his cock under the hem of her skirt.  Now she felt it, hot and engorged, against the bare skin of her buttock. Then he succeeded in easing it into the gap at the top of her thighs.  As the train rumbled and shuddered on its way he began to ever so gently move his cock back and forth between her thighs, rubbing right up against the gusset of her panties.  The movement of the train served only to enhance the friction between them.  She squirmed, desperate to free herself but moving only seemed to satisfy him more.  He was very firmly erect now.

 

With a couple of minutes to go before the next station she suddenly felt a warm trickle down the inside of her thigh.  He had come on her.  Her panties were also wet and she could feel the foul mess soaking into them.  She was filled simultaneously with revulsion at what he had done and relief that it was over.  He eased himself back into his coat andvwhen the train drew to a halt and the doors slid open he was out in an instant, making his way rapidly through the crowd.

 

But Keiko was determined to catch him.  She ran after him, shouting out that he was a groper.  He panicked and when it became apparent that he was trying to run away from her the other passengers responded and apprehended him.  Security arrived quickly and the man was escorted away, with a near-hysterical Keiko following behind, to the station master's office.

 

The police were nit especially sympathetic.  After talking her story down the officer asked to see the evidence of what he had done.  He explained that it was usually difficult to pursue cases since the accused invariably denied it and it would be her word against his.  "You say he ejaculated on you?"

 

She hung her head with the shame of it, and nodded.

 

"Can I see?"

 

Keiko was taken aback by this request.  "You want to look up my skirt?"

 

"Yes.  So we can see what he did, and take notes. It's standard procedure.  If there's something there we'll call for the doctor to examine you properly."

 

Reluctantly Keiko shifted her legs apart and the policeman leaned over and peered up at the sticky mess.  He raised an eyebrow and nodded at the station master, who in turn came to have a look, along with the security guard.  They had misinterpreted the policeman as having invited them to have a peek.  Keiko feared they would stick their hands up her skirt to check that it was really spunk.  The policeman spoke into his radio.  Then he produced a digital camera from his pouch and told Keiko that he was required to take photographs for his notes.  As poor Keiko sat there, with her legs apart and her skirt hitched up he set about photographing her semen-stained panties and her sticky thighs.  He also asked her to stand up and hitch her skirt up at the back so that he could photograph the area of "penetration".

 

Keiko's father was a very angry man.  This incident had shamed the honour of his family and could not go unpunished.  The perpetrator was arrested, prosecuted and jailed.  But Fukushima had got the wrong man.  Not wrong in the sense of guilt - he had committed the crime.  Wrong in the sense that he would come to wish that he had asked the police to drop the charges, to save his daughter the ordeal of the trial.  The day after the assailant was jailed Fukushima received a visit from some very menacing guests.  They later left Fukushima explaining to Keiko how much safer she would be at a school he had found for her in Europe.

 

 

It was a foregone conclusion that the idea of a naked pool party would be approved at the highest level.  Anja was allowed to decide how it would be organized and who would be invited.  It was to be on a Saturday evening at the height of summer.  She had no choice but to extend an open invite to the teachers but other than that she specified that it was for the senior girls and clerical staff.  The blue collar staff were not invited because she didn't think they could be relied upon to behave themselves in that environment.  There were plenty of teachers she would happily have excluded if she could, but as luck would have it many of them decided not to go anyway.  They were not exactly short of opportunities to abuse their position in relation to the girls anyway.  They were also self selecting in that some were not over-enthusiastic about baring their own naked, unattractive bodies to all and sundry.  Thus is was quite a fun crowd that decided to turn up.

 

On the evening of the party there was a buzz of excitement about the school.  Nobody could ever remember such an event before.  Sure there were Thornton's detestible get togethers and numerous small gatherings but nothing like this.  Many of the juniors were annoyed at missing out on the fun and being confined to their dormitories in the usual way, although some were relieved not to be under pressure to go.  Up at the swimming pool area things got off to a slow start.  The chef was there with his barbecue, sporting an apron and nothing else.  A couple of male teachers had wasted no time in stripping off and were to be found standing in the altogether, chatting over a glass of wine, and sporting semi-hard-ons in anticipation of the feast of flesh that was to come.  The girls eventually began to arrive in little groups of two or three, laughing nervously and huddling together.  None of them were naked.  All sported at least a towel or a bikini, though one or two had dared to go topless.  They stood around, their breasts proudly on show as the teachers surreptitiously ogled them.  Presently Anja herself arrived.  As she made her entrance she was attired in an attractive silk kimono, a gift from her friend Keiko.  She made her way round the edge of the swimming pool to where tables and chairs had been set up ready for food.  Without further ado she took it off, revealing her totally naked body underneath.  Then she strolled casually round the pool, poured herself a drink and began to chat to the goggle-eyed teachers.  All eyes were on her, from her beautiful black hair, via her pleasingly-rounded rump to her smooth, tanned legs.  And of course, they could not hellp but ogle her bare breasts, and the neatly-trimmed hair between her legs at the front.  The semis became full erections, which she ignored until eventually they subsided again.  Sooner or later everyone would settle down.  Anja was in her natural habitat now, and she felt free and comfortable in a way she had not since arriving at Marigold's.  Anja's boldness stirred the other girls into action and one by one they began to be more adventurous.  At first they would disrobe then quickly jump straight into the water, hiding their youthful breasts and bottoms under the refraction of the water.  More teachers arrived, and a few of the office staff.  The clerics tended to be a bit younger than the teachers, and less hung up about themselves, so both male and female they were more inclined to bare all when they arrived.

 

Keiko was late, as usual.  Her experience on the Tokyo subway had not cured her of that habit.  But when she arrived, she made quite an entrance.  The first hint of her imminent arrival was the wolf whistles and cat calls which could be heard emanating from the open windows of dormitories overlooking the courtyard, and some of the staff rooms.  The normally interminably shy Keiko had decided to beat Anja at her own game.  Keiko had undressed in her room, then completely naked she had walked calmly, gracefully and casually down the stairs, along the main corridor, out into the courtyard and then all the way up to the swimming pool area.  Inside her heart was beating as rapidly as she had known, and she felt deeply embarrassed but outwardly she was a picture of tranquility.  Shooting a glance at Anja she said silently, telepathically, "I've done it, now it's your turn."  Anja knew then that she was going to have to go through with the bukkake, and since she had set the terms of the party, Keiko was going to be writing the rules of that little encounter.  She shuddered as she thought of what was in store.

 

As the evening wore on things got more relaxed, and interesting, as the alcohol went down and the inhibitions went down with it.  The swimming pool was closed as a safety precaution and the shy girls who had been taking refuge under the water had no choice but to emerge and reveal themselves in all their glory.  By now, nobody seemed to notice.  Wandering around with no clothes on no longer seemed that big a deal.

 

Wilmott-Taylor was surrounded by his usual coterie of hangers on, all vying for his attention and hoping to get laid that night.  Shelley McWilliams was relieved not to be the only one being ogled tonight, though as usual she was not at all short of admirers.  Helen Kent was now firmly established as the favourite plaything of the lesbian sorority among the girls, and there was every indication that after tonight's festivities she was going to be the chief attraction at an orgy in one of the prefect's rooms.  Just like any other Saturday night really. The Princess, magnificent physical specimen that she was, had carefully examined her own buttocks in the mirror before venturing out to confirm that the weals had faded.  Dominique and her science teacher boyfriend were canoodling unashamedly in a corner.  Anybody who cared to look closely enough would have noticed that she was actually wanking him off right there and then.

 

Keiko worked her way round to Anja and eased her away from the conversation she was engrossed in.  It was payback time, her rules.  Meanwhile Zoë, slightly the worse for wear after drinking one too many, had suggested a game of "cock chase".  She was surrounded by a group of young guys from the IT department, as she explained the game.  "It's easy really.  Me an' Kirsten are on one team and you guys are on the other.  We get a head start then you have to chase us .If you catch us you can fuck us."  They guy with his hand embedded in Kirsten's arse was not so sure about this.  As far as he was concerned he had already caught what he wanted, but Kirsten, her rivalry with Zoe temporarily forgotten, had agreed to play.  What else could she do?  Wilmott-Taylor had clearly scored for the night and there wasn't a better prospect in sight, short of biting the carpet while she was licked from behind by one of the headgirl's crew.  Keiko was savouring the moment.  Anja was really going to get it now.  Keiko had decided that Anja was to go with her to the blue collar staff room, where she was to finish up with her face and tits drenched in cum. She argued that it would have to be during the week.  Tonight would be too easy, since there wouldn't be that many people around.  As Keiko poured herself another drink she felt someone's penis accidentally brush against her bum for the third time that evening.  The night was young.

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It was lunchtime on Wednesday before Anja and Keiko found time to complete Anja's forfeit.  Keiko was gently teasing her as they skipped down the stairs at the entrance to the main building, en route to the blue collar staff room.  They took little notice of the large black limousine that drew up and parked at the bottom of the stairs.  Anja was excited and aroused.  She felt naughty and dirty, and she used Keiko as an excuse for doing it, convincing herself that she was not responsible.  As the two girls went on their way, the driver emerged.  He was immaculately dressed in a grey suit and cap, with white gloves covering his hands.  Leather shoes, with a perfect shine, adorned his feet.  He opened the rear door and stood to attention.  A woman emerged gracefully from the back seat.  She was tall and slim, in her early forties.  Her hair was straight, jet black, and finished in the middle of her back.  Beneath her long, dark leather coat, only a pair of shiny black high-heeled boots were visible.  They ended at her thighs.  She was followed by a black labrador.  The dog scampered up the stairs at her side, as the driver stood waiting next to the vehicle.  She did not pause at reception.  This visitor needed no introduction.  She was on her way to be received by Mr Thornton.

 

With her stomach doing somersaults inside her belly, Anja poked her head round the staff room door.  The atmosphere was heavy with cigarette smoke, as a dozen men in overalls and similar attire sat eating their lunch or playing cards with each other.  The girls often wondered why the school seemed to need so many maintenance men.  Interest picked up when Anja's face appeared.  By and large the girls avoided coming down here as the rules seemed to be different in here, and liberties were taken which would not be allowed elsewhere in the school.

 

"Hi guys, I've a fault to report - the light bulb in our dorm has gone."

 

The foreman replied from the far side of the room.  "You'll need to complete a request - the book's up there.  John, fetch a step for the young lady."  Of course it was "up there", on a shelf high on the wall.  Anja would climb the step ladder and in no time many pairs of eyes would be looking straight up her skirt.  As she ventured in Keiko followed timidly behind.  A mutter went round the room, and hands began to fiddle inside pockets.  Anja walked over to the step ladder and climbed up to retrieve the request book.  The foreman put a helpful hand on her bottom to ease her up, and didn't hurry to remove it.  Anja could feel herself becoming damp, waiting for the moment the guys realised it was to be a free-for-all.  She came down with the request book and asked for a pen.  The foreman winked at the others and said there was one in his pocket.  There wasn't.  The only thing in his pocket was his penis, erect, poking through a hole at the bottom.  He expected Anja to recoil in disgust, whereupon they would all laugh and she would be provided with a pen.  Not this time.  As Keiko watched, hand over mouth, Anja said, "Ooh, what have we here?  Look Keiko, his willie, and it's all hard too."

 

Anja began to wank it, as the astonished foreman sat open-mouthed.  "Let's get a closer look", she said.  She unzipped him and eased his trousers down.  He now stood with his erection pointing at her.  She got down on her knees, kissed his glans then continued to masturbate him.  She jerked faster and faster until he grunted that he was going to come.  Anja moved her face close and continued to jerk until a jet sprang from his cock and hit her left cheek.  As he caught his breath it dribbled slowly down and hung from her jaw.  Anja turned and said, "fluff 'em up Keiko, who's next?"  Keiko felt a hand go up her own skirt as she began to release the cock of the nearest guy.  Anja was already surrounded by three more, and she knelt as they formed a circle around her, their stiff members vying for attention.

 

The woman sat, with perfect poise, sipping her tea as the dog lay at her feet.  "So, if what you say is true then this girl, Bullingdon-Smythe, sounds perfect, exceptional even.  Can I have her examined right away?"  Thornton lifted the phone, and minutes later Sophie was escorted from her classroom to the medical centre.

 

When the maths teacher opened the door of the staff room quite a sight greeted him.  Anja Osman was almost fully undressed.  She still had the small garment which passed for a skirt on, and her socks were still in place, but nothing else.  She was sitting astride a man who was naked from the waist down.  She was bouncing up snd down on his cock, while in one hand she was wanking another man off.  She had a third cock in her mouth.  She was coated in semen, from her hair to her face, all over her neck, and dripping from her breasts.  Keiko Fukushima was on her back, on the table, being humped like there was no tomorrow.  At that moment the man pulled out then moved quickly to Osman, where he ejaculated in her face.

 

The teacher didn't bat an eyelid.  "Hi guys, just came to remind you my desk is still broken.  I can see you're busy.  By the end of today would be nice.  Osman, don't be late for class.  Detention isn't full yet."

 

"No problem boss", came the reply as he shut the door and left.  Two of the girls were being roasted before his eyes and he had not even passed comment.

 

When a bewildered Sophie arrived at the medical centre the nurse was waiting, along with a black-haired woman she didn't recognise.  Sitting beside the woman was a dog, which looked strangely familiar but she couldn't place.  The woman did not introduce herself but immediately asked Sophie to undress and don a gown.  She glanced enquiringly at the nurse, who indicated that she do as she was told.  As the two women watched her she removed everything except her underwear.  "You'll need your panties off too, and your bra."

 

"Why am I....what's this all about?"

 

"Just do as she says.  Don't ask questions."

 

Sophie stood in just the gown, which she was about to tie at the back when they stopped her and asked her to leave it open.

 

Her time at Marigold's had tamed her fiery defiance and the Sophie who would have protested and resisted was somewhat dormant.  It would not have occurred to her that the mysterious visitor had every intention of relighting that fire within her.  In time.  As the nurse set about examining, weighing and measuring Sophie she meekly went along with whatever they demanded.  Why on earth would they want to measure her breasts, or buttocks?

 

There was a limit.  When she was told to lie on her back on the couch., and put her legs up in stirrups she demanded to know what was going on.  She was shocked to receive a single, sharp slap across the face from the woman, which told her all she needed to know.  As she lay there, with her legs up and apart, the two of them sat between her legs and began to examine her vagina.  It got worse.  The woman donned a pair of gloves and the nurse squeezed a blob of clear gel onto her fingers.  Standing beside Sophie she placed two fingers into Sophie's vagina.  It was so humiliating, and she had no idea why they were doing this.  Next came a more intimate examination with a speculum.  She closed her eyes and tried to ignore them as they discussed her private parts as though she was not there.  Next her legs came down and she had to lie on her side.  The woman put gloves on again and pushed a finger up Sophie's anus.  She felt so humiliated.  It was like being an animal up for sale, like a horse or something.  She was closer to the truth with that thought than she could have imagined.

 

The woman removed her gloves and flicked them into a bin.  As she washed her hands she turned to Sophie.  "Good, good.  All is in order.  You'll be spending the next weekend with me at my estate.  Mr Thornton has agreed all the necessary arrangements.  I will leave instructions for you on what to pack.  We leave on Friday morning, 9am sharp.  Everything will be explained onthe way.  Come on Regus."  As the woman left with her dog, Sophie bombarded the nurse with questions but she just professed ignorance.  She was just doing her job.

 

Sophie dressed and left quickly, desperate to get away from the room where she had just been treated like a piece of live meat.  If only she knew of what was in store for her.

 

To be continued.