AMY’S EDUCATION - PART THREE

THE INTEGRATION

By Lewis Chappelle

Clay, her dear Master, was going away for two months and Amy was determined to overcome her disappointment. She was 20 years old after all and competent even though she was completely submissive to him. It was her responsibility to make lemonade out of the bitter lemon he dropped on her.

She was up for anything – that was the hold that he had on her. And he
knew that he could do whatever he wanted without protest. She was what some
may have considered plain looking – short black hair and long slender legs.
She wasn’t tall by any means, and it was maybe that he towered over her that
gave him the power to suggest tying her. But she had beautiful green eyes that
sizzled and that was what attracted him. It was after the county fair, their
fourth or fifth date, and they had made wild and passionate love only the night

CHAPTER ONE

One thing had to be said for Susan Kane, the head librarian at the local library in Ariana, the small village on Long Island. She was consistent. She awoke the same time every morning, wore the same style dress that covered her from neck to mid-calf with a white collar and cuffs, and in spite of her natural golden-red hair, wore any of three different wigs, all of them as red as her own hair. Not that Susan didn't get her hair done. She did, every Saturday morning, and when she removed her wig every night, her short-cut red hair was still perfectly in place.

9. Schlampenpunkte
 

If I'd been in a good mood when I got on the plane nothing would have
happened. But I'd had a bad day, and my period was starting, so I was in a
black mood. I'd upgraded to first-class and had hoped to wind up sitting
alone. But it wasn't my lucky day. A pert, perky little blonde sat down
next to me. She'd obviously just come from someplace warm because she was
nicely tanned and was wearing a sundress and sandals. I turned slightly and
stared out the window, hoping she'd get the message.

Several readers expressed an interest in hearing how Trixie and the pony were getting on, so I knocked up another couple of instalments to carry on from 'Girlfriend Meets My Ponyboy!'.

Personally, I was inclined to blame the Kungflu, as President Trump had once derisively called it, for my present predicament on the end of a shovel. Shit shovelling and muckraking was not my favourite job, and by rights, it was a task that should have been shared equally, all things being equal and fair!

Chapter 5  The Taking of Sally

Friday dawned fresh and clear. The weather forecast was perfect for a weekend
outdoors. Sally wondered just what she had let herself in for. Did she really
want to go through with this?