The Master was examining the photographs Randall had taken. He was nodding his head as Randall
talked. "She's fabulous, Master Eugene, and I'm sure she would be worth the effort. I'm even fairly
convinced the techniques would work." He paused and looked uneasy. The Master sensed a fly in the
ointment. "But?" he asked still studying the pictures. "But, I can't find any kind of hook to get
started," Randall admitted. "I mean, she's about as wholesome as you can get." He thought back. "I
thought Kim Ann was a tough nut, but this one . . ." The Master looked up. "And?" "She's fresh out
of college. A perfect record going back as far as I can trace. Not a single negative note anywhere
in the computer records. Her parents are dead and from what I can dig up were both candidates for
sainthood. She was raised by an equally saintly grandmother." He paused for emphasis. "Nothing, . .
. Nada, . . . Zippo." "And?" Randall looked up at the Master. He was smiling amusedly at him. "And,
. . . I want your opinion about how I might go about snagging her. Or whether I should just forget
it." Actually, he had already given up when he caught sight of Miss Taylor in a bikini at the
school pool. She was so pretty it made his guts tighten. There just had to be some way of getting
to her. Master Eugene nodded and looked back down at the pictures. "Well," he said, "from your
description and these pix, I'd say she's definitely worth the trouble." He looked back at Randall.
"Hell, if she's half as good as she looks, I could easily find a buyer who would pay to have her
picked up and trained in a traditional manner." He smiled at Randall's pained expression. "But you
want to do it yourself don't you. Or rather, to see if it can be done." It was Randall's turn to
nod. "Let me ask you something." The Master was looking intently for Randall's reaction. "Is it
because you have the hots for this lady? Is it the challenge? Or is it simple academic curiosity?"
Randall thought that over for a minute and then grinned. "All three, maybe?" That was good enough
for the Master. They were interrupted by the entrance of a new girl whom Randall hadn't seen
before. She looked to be just a little younger than Alexia--the middle thirties, perhaps. She was
quite pretty with large breasts and a very patrician face. Her legs were fabulous. She was dressed
like all of the Master's girls--that is in virtually nothing-- and carrying a tray with drinks and
little finger sandwiches. Master Eugene introduced her. "This is Leticia." She was also Hispanic
and had flaming red hair. Randall laughed. The Master looked over at him questioningly. Randall
waived it off and said, "It's nothing, I'll tell you later." Master Eugene shrugged and continued.
"Leticia is the daughter of a Spanish diplomat. More importantly, she is also a trained nurse."
Randall looked over at him. He looked back, "A geriatric nurse." "Oh." "I'm getting on in years and
I thought it wise to make certain provisions." He looked up at her and smiled. "She was recruited
about ten years ago by a Austrian gentleman for much the same reasons. He died not long ago and she
came on the market. I was actually outbid for her." He looked a little sad. Randall wondered why.
"So how did you end up with her?" "I had to trade Victoria." "Oh." Victoria was gone. Now Randall
felt a little sad, too. He would miss her. But that, he understood, was the nature of the Mart.
Slaves were slaves. And even the most valuable ones, or the ones you were most attached to, could
be sold if the price were right. Leticia set down the tray and waited for directions. "That's O.K.
dear, I'll call you if I need you." She turned to leave. She had a really fine ass and was probably
just a trifle shorter than Alexia, say five foot seven. "Randall can get better acquainted with you
later if he'd like." From the looks they shot each other, it was clear they would both like. For a
long time they ate in silence. Each was thinking private thoughts about Victoria. Then the Master,
having finished, broke the silence by asking, "So what about this teacher." "Yes?" "What motivates
her?" "Well," Randall answered, "she loves to teach like Laura, and she has a deep need to honor
her family like Kim Ann. She's really sort of a combination. She's not about to get involved in
anything underhanded." "No?" "I don't think so." The Master smiled knowingly. "She's not about to
get involved in anything underhanded for the sake of illicit gain, but let me ask you this." He
paused for effect. "Are there any circumstances under which she might bend some rules? Just a
little?" Randall thought about that. "I don't see it, . . . unless . . ." "Yesss. . . ." Master
Eugene was grinning broadly now. "Well she might bend the rules if there were a good reason. You
know, like someone was in trouble and the only way she could help them . . ." His voice trailed off
as the light bulb went off in his head. "Have you ever been fishing?" the Master asked. Randall
nodded silently and caught his meaning instantly. The rest of the evening they talked about other
things. Then the Master went to bed and Randall got better acquainted with Leticia. A week later he
offered Master Eugene a sheet of paper. "I've been thinking about this like I was writing a
computer program," he said. "There are certain rules I've got to follow. Tell me if you think I've
missed anything." The list read as follows: 'One, the bait must be irresistible; two, the hook must
be firmly set; three, the pressure must never be enough to break the line; four, the girl must be
led not dragged; and five, she must be encouraged to tire herself out.' For a long time after
reading the list, Master Eugene looked off into space and considered. Randall let him think.
Finally he said, "I like your list." Then he added, "You might think of this as a series of events
rather than a single event. Every time you succeed the girl will feel a little more trapped. That
will be your continuing motivation. She'll want to get out of the trap. So the irresistible bait
might be the promise of a way off the hook. She'll be jumping from hook to hook, each connected to
a stronger line." Randall nodded. "And eventually the line will be strong enough to reel her in."
He looked up for confirmation. Master Eugene was smiling. He spent much of the rest of the summer
getting to know the new English teacher better. He talked little and listened much. He found ways
to be helpful. He made plans. He did nothing else. He waited for Laura and Kim Ann to return.
Shortly after the start of the fall term he made his first move. Or rather, he had Laura make it
for him. * * * * * Laura and Kim Ann had taken up with Randall exactly where they had left off. As
they returned to Briar Oaks, each was thinking that she only had one more year of his running her
life. Then they could go their separate ways. Laura was already beginning to have very mixed
feelings about that. For Kim Ann it was a condition devoutly to be wished. On the day before the
classes started they met in Randall's apartment. When they arrived the door was ajar and Randall
nowhere in sight. There was a note telling them to "prepare" themselves--he would return soon. In
fact he had watched them enter the building and was giving them about fifteen minutes to see what
their interpretation of 'prepare' would be. When he arrived he found them both in their collars and
nothing else, sitting on opposite sides of his big chair and waiting. He was pleased. After an
evening of lovemaking he explained the agenda for the coming semester. He had reviewed their
schedules and made one change. Kim Ann would add Miss Taylor's English class and shift her study
period. Every Tuesday Laura would spend the evening in Randall's apartment. Wednesday was Kim Ann's
night. From Friday evening through Sunday afternoon they would both be there. And, oh yes--a
present which Master Eugene had arranged with the consent of the managing partners of the
Mart--from now on, and in private, the girls were to address Randall as 'Master.' He was still
primarily a computer jock as far as the Mart was concerned. But by virtue of his successful
subjugation of Laura and Kim Ann he could wear the title. The partners were mostly amused. There
was some concern about secrecy, but Master Eugene had taken responsibility for security and he was
trusted. Randall didn't know it yet, but a number of trainers around the world were extremely
interested in the results of his experiments. Master Eugene had been spending progressively more
time on secured phone lines reviewing Mr. Locke's progress with these interested parties. There was
much to be learned from the young man and his innovative ideas. In fact, it was the support of the
trainers as much as anything which had won Randall his spurs. So 'Master' it was. Laura and Kim Ann
accepted this as more easily than many of the other things he had forced upon them. They thought it
was just another aspect of his megalomania. Only later they would realize how much more it
signified. * * * * * It was the third week of the new term and Miss Taylor's fourth period English
Literature class was going well. There were eighteen students including Randall, Laura, and Kim
Ann. When the next day's homework had been assigned and class was over everyone filed out for lunch
except for Laura. She hung around looking uncomfortable. She looked as if she wanted to say
something and was trying to work up the nerve. This is what Randall had instructed her to do the
night before. Wait for Miss Taylor to ask you what's wrong and then make her drag it out of you.
With great empathy, Penny waited until the last of the other students had left and then went over
to Laura. She stood next to her and waited. Laura waited longer. "Is something on our mind, dear?"
There was. She had made a stupid mistake and accidentally mailed a library book home with some of
her own books. Her grandmother would send it back, but she had sent the package book rate and it
might take several weeks before it would come back. Would Miss Taylor please tell the library that
she had given it to her so that it wouldn't be due until the end of the semester. She promised to
have it back long before then. Penny laughed. Was that all? Not to worry, if there was a fine she
would be happy to pay it for her. No it wasn't that. It was just that Laura had a perfect record at
Briar Oaks and didn't want so much as a library fine to besmirch that record. Penny thought this
was silly in the extreme, but she did understand perfect records and pride. Besides she wasn't
being asked for much. "Of course, dear. I'll tell the head librarian herself later today. What is
the name of the book?" It was a tiny indiscretion. But it was a start. And it was enough. The next
week a special call came in for the book. Miss Taylor received a library notice to return it. She
checked with Laura after class.

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 How soon would the book come back. Laura said she would call that
night to check. The next day she told Miss Taylor that her grandmother hadn't received the package
yet, but that she had gotten a friend to change the library computer records and wipe out the book
request. The worst that would happen is the requester would wonder what had happened and put in a
second request. By the time that happened the book would be back. Penny was very unhappy at the
idea of changing computer records, but it was already done. And it make sense. She told Laura that
it was O.K., but in the future, she shouldn't arrange for things like that without checking with
her first. Laura assured her she wouldn't. From then on it was just a succession little things
which left this young girl with a number of examples of Penny bending rules, violating regulations,
changing records. Miss Taylor was growing more uncomfortable with Laura's hold over her. She had
recently found herself doing certain favors for the girl solely to keep her quiet about other
things. Then one evening about mid-semester Laura showed up at Miss Taylor's little house with Kim
Ann. Laura looked concerned; Kim Ann looked miserable. Laura explained that Kim Ann had a problem
and would Miss Taylor please see if she could help. Laura said it would be a really big favor to
her since Kim Ann was her friend. She emphasized that last bit as if it held special meaning. She
left them alone to talk. Kim Ann waited a long time. This time Penny waited even longer. She had a
problem and maybe Miss Taylor couldn't help. But before she said anything Miss Taylor had to
promise to keep it an absolute secret. She said she would. Kim Ann explained that what she was
about to admit was against school policy and that Miss Taylor would be obligated according to the
honor code to report her. Would she still keep it a secret under those terms? That took the young
teacher aback. But Kim Ann's distress seemed serious and if she said she couldn't guarantee secrecy
she would lose any opportunity to help her. By this time Laura was forgotten. O.K., she would keep
her secret despite the honor code. Kim Ann was afraid she might have gotten pregnant. This was
something that would get her tossed out of school in disgrace. She wanted to get checked out at a
free clinic in the city but needed an adult to go with her. Her parents lived in Hong Kong. She had
only known Miss Taylor a short time, but had come to trust her greatly. She was the only adult
female that Kim Ann knew in the United States. Could she please; would she please go with her?
Penny wasn't at all sure what the ramifications of this were. She was absolutely sure this would be
frowned upon by administration. She might even be breaking some laws. And yet, she couldn't see any
reason to refuse this poor girl's request. She bit her lower lip and looked distressed. Kim Ann
said, "If you want to come with me secretly, I've got a friend who can arrange for some fake I.D.
for you. That way no one ever needs to know it was you." She looked down. "I was going to have it
made up for me, but there's no way I could pass for twenty-one." Penny didn't know what to do. Teen
pregnancy, school policy, fake I.D. But the girl clearly needed help and had no one to turn to. And
maybe by helping this friend of Laura's it would cancel the other debts. "Look, she finally said, I
don't need any fake I.D. I'll go with you." They set a date for that Saturday. Once in the clinic
waiting room Penny began to get cold feet. They were standing in line and a parent with her
daughter at the head of the line was asked to show I.D. As Penny was starting to panic, Kim Ann
reached into her purse and handed her an envelope. Penny opened it and found it contained a fake
drivers license with her picture. It was the picture the school had taken for her faculty I.D.
card. How had they gotten that? There was also a very sincere looking document which said that the
identity on the fake I.D. was the in loco guardian of Kimberly Ann Soong. She needed both documents
to get Kim Ann in to see the doctor. She had to sign a bunch of forms with the bogus identity and
kept checking the drivers license to be sure she got the spelling of her fake name right. She had a
horrible feeling of impending doom the whole time she was there. Kim Ann disappeared into a back
room and emerged a short time later. "I've got to come back in about an hour to get the results of
the test, but you can go." "I don't mind staying." "No," Kim Ann said thoughtfully, "I think I'd
rather be alone now, if you don't mind." Penny nodded," I understand. "You'll call me if you need
anything?" "Sure." Kim Ann wasn't in classes for the next few days. Laura let Miss Taylor know
privately after the Thursday class that Kim Ann had an abortion. Penny was shocked. She shouldn't
have been. Then she got a really bad feeling and asked quietly, "But how? She's a minor. Wouldn't
she need someone's approval for that?" "Of course, but you approved it with one of those forms you
signed." Penny felt sick. She didn't approve of abortion. What would Kim Ann's parents say if they
found out? She felt horrible about all the deceptions. She was dreadfully afraid her part in this
would get out and would get her in all kinds of trouble. And, of course, this also meant Laura had
even more of a hold over her. On Friday, Miss Taylor stayed home sick and the class had a
substitute. In all this time Randall's name had never come up. He of course, had orchestrated
everything. And while Kim Ann had, indeed, visited the free clinic, her test had come back negative
and there had been no abortion. But Penny didn't know that. For the rest of the semester, Miss
Taylor's life became a merry hell. First Laura and then Kim Ann kept getting her involved in
progressively more uncomfortable misadventures. Laura asked for some departmental stationery. She
said it was to play a joke on a friend. Penny doubted it, but provided the letterhead and envelope.
Why couldn't the damn girl have just stolen it from the secretary's desk? Why did she keep getting
her involved in these schemes? A week later Laura told her that she was going to get a package from
a computer company. Miss Taylor wasn't to open it, just give it to her. Penny wanted to press her
about the contents, but decided to let it go. The package came a few days later and after a night's
indecision she turned it over, unopened, the following day. Later in the semester, after some even
more outrageous requests by Kim Ann, Penny discovered a packing slip in a notebook which Laura had
accidentally left in class. It contained an invoice for a computer gizmo charged against the
departmental account. There was also a photocopy of a letter signed by Penny Taylor ordering the
gizmo. 'Oh, no. . . Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no,' she thought. She confronted Laura about the next day.
Not to worry, Laura said. She had arranged for the purchase through the same guy who had gotten her
the false I.D. when Kim Ann had her abortion. Actually, the gizmo was for him. It was his payment
for the I.D. But not to worry. He had already taken care of the bill by transferring funds from the
President's discretionary account. And he'd hidden things in the computer records so no one would
ever find our unless they were actually looking for it. And, by the way, if Miss Taylor noticed
some computer time charged against her school account, it was because her friend had made all of
the changes using Miss Taylor's computer account number. That is, if anyone ever did check, it
would look like Miss Taylor herself had doctored the school records. Now she really was feeling
sick. This had gone beyond unpleasant. The gizmo had cost several hundred dollars. This undoubtedly
represented some kind of fraud and was quite possibly a felony. Penny had no one to turn to and had
no idea what to do. She cried herself to sleep that night. By Christmas break Penny was a nervous
wreck. She had already decided to leave Briar Oaks at the end of the spring term and was quietly
looking into other job opportunities. Christmas cheered her up a little. She spent it with her
grandmother, but couldn't bring herself to discuss any of this. Her grandmother was concerned and
kept remarking on how tired she looked. She warned her not to drive herself too hard. Penny
returned to school with trepidation and was relieved to see that neither Laura nor Kim Ann were in
any of her classes. Randall Locke was. And that was fine with her. She certainly hadn't discussed
any of this with him, but he had become a warm and supportive friend and she enjoyed his company.
He would usually drop by her little house on Mondays ('his free night' he called it) and they would
have dinner and discuss things. She would talk and he would listen. There was nothing sexual in
their relationship. But having no other friends and being under such tremendous stress, she found
his companionship welcome. It wasn't long before things started up again. First Kim Ann, and then
Laura, and then Kim Ann again. She had just about decided to have it out with them. The strain was
becoming too much for her. Even total disgrace or jail seemed preferable. She talked about this in
a vague hypothetical way when Randall came to dinner one Monday. Later that week Kim Ann and Laura
came to her together. They had one last request to make of her. They needed her help making a
delivery. She didn't want to know what it was. Just drop the package off at a certain address and
that would be the last either of them would ever ask of her. Penny was suspicious as hell. She
didn't believe it, either. As it turned out, it was true. She left late one night. Laura had given
her a package about the size of a large dictionary. It was quite heavy. She drove to a little house
in the suburbs and rang the bell. A unpleasant looking man with a lecherous smirk and a limp opened
the door and took the package. He leered at her as she turned the package over and kept leering as
she walked quickly back to her car. As she was driving off to return to school, the little house
and the unpleasant looking man blew up in a ferocious fireball. She saw it in her rear view mirror
and felt the impact of the explosion a block away. The hair rose on the back of her neck and it was
everything she could do to resist the terrible temptation to return just to confirm that it was the
same house. She was sure it would be. The next day at school she didn't know whether to ask Laura
and Kim Ann about it or not. She didn't have the opportunity. Both of the girls avoided her for
several weeks. Then Kim Ann showed up one day with an envelope. Penny looked at her questioningly.
"Don't worry," she said, "I'm not here to ask you for anything. This is an invitation from a
certain individual who wants to see you. He knows everything, so I'd go if I were you."

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