Omorashi Academy

Omorashi Academy

Chapter 2: Bad Little Girls

"What's the matter, Kimiko?" Bridget asked, as her younger roommate came into the dorm room, bawling her eyes out. Kimiko just shook her head and flopped onto her bed, crying into her pillow.

Bridget crossed the room and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "What happened?" she asked again. "Are you okay?" She wrinkled her nose - this close, she could smell the faint but unmistakable odor of shit.

"Nuh-nuh-nothing..." mumbled Kimiko into her pillow, her shoulders shaking.

Bridget knelt by the bed and stroked the girl's back. "It's okay, hon... you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But... if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. What are roommates for?"

Though her tone was kind and soothing, Bridget smiled cruelly to herself - she knew full well that the poor girl had had an accident. Or rather, an "accident", since as Bridget also knew from personal experience, the Alderson Institute provided countless opportunities for its female students to mess in their panties. A first-day, Bridget thought to herself, and too embarrassed to even talk about it. Oh, she's going to be such fun!

Kimiko sobbed and shook her head, but slowly and by degrees began to relax as Bridget comforted her, and her tears eventually subsided. Still trembling, she turned to Bridget and leaned forward, and Bridget wrapped her arms around her roommate and gathered her into a hug, holding her comfortingly. "There, there..." she murmured. "It's gonna be all right..."

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The next day, Kimiko was determined not to have a repeat of the day before. Despite the long lines to the girls' restrooms, Kimiko made a point of visiting it as often as she could, whether she needed to or not.

So, by fourth period, she was able to sit quite still in Mr. Johnson's class. Or at least, there were no bodily urges pressing upon her. But she did squirm when she caught Mr. Johnson's eye, provoking a half-smirk from him - she knew full well that the rest of her terrible punishment was awaiting her at the end of the day.

This is outrageous, Kimiko thought to herself. He has no right to make me put on my messed panties! And she returned his smirk with a hostile glare, and then looked down at her textbook again.

By the time the detention hour rolled around, Kimiko was determined. He was not going to get away with punishing her that way! She walked toward his classroom with strong, confident strides. The slight twinge in her bladder worried her not at all - she'd have no trouble holding it all the way through. She'd show him!

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite little panty-wetter. Come in," said Mr. Johnson with a smile, as he pulled yesterday's plastic bag from his drawer, the filthy panties still sealed inside. "Please, put these on," he said, matter-of-factly, holding out the bag.

"No!" declared Kimiko.

"No?" asked Mr. Johnson mildly, peering over his glasses.

"No!" she responded. "You have no right to do this to me! I'm not gonna do it!"

"Is that so..." said Mr. Johnson, gently setting the bag on his desk, and reaching down into the drawer again. Then, before Kimiko could even flinch, he stood up, strode forward, and grabbed the girl by the wrist, clamping a handcuff onto it. The cuffs were of slightly non-standard design, two normal wrist cuffs, with a second chain attached between the wrists and leading to a rather smaller locking mechanism.

"What are you - let me go!" shouted Kimiko, struggling futilely in his grasp. "Stop it! I'll scream!"

"Go ahead," said Mr. Johnson, as he reached for her other flailing hand, finally latching onto it as well and tugging it forward into the handcuffs. "The classrooms are quite soundproof, and besides, there's no one but other teachers here at this time of day."

Kimiko screamed nonetheless, her young voice cracking as she cried out "Help! Help! Mr. Johnson's attacking me!"

"You're a lot livelier today, Kimiko dear," said Mr. Johnson, over her screams. "You didn't put up this much of a fight yesterday. I wonder why?" By now, he'd locked the handcuffs to the desk, and was lifting up her skirt. "No matter. You will learn obedience, one way or another!" And with that, he had started to spank the girl, his hand slapping hard against her panty-clad rump.

"OWWW! What are you - OOWWW!" Kimiko exclaimed, howling in shock and pain as Mr. Johnson's callused hand walloped her tender behind. By the time the spanking was done, she was crying and gulping, but her expression was still twisted in anger when Mr. Johnson reached into the desk again and pulled out a bottle of pills. Shaking one into his palm, he held it up to her mouth. "Take this," he instructed.

"Wh-what is it?" Kimiko quavered, as she leaned away from his hand.

"A diuretic," explained Mr. Johnson. "A drug designed to make your body produce urine faster. This one acts pretty quickly - it shouldn't take more than a half hour for your bladder to fill."

It took a moment for the implication to sink in - and then Kimiko went berserk, flailing and yanking at the handcuffs. "NO! NO! You can't make me take that, it's not fair! It's not fair!"

Mr. Johnson took hold of Kimiko's short dark hair. "This is your punishment for disobeying me when you came in," he said gruffly, yanking her head back. "And if you continue to fight me, your punishment will only get worse. Now open your mouth!"

Kimiko screamed as her hair was tugged painfully back - and this was enough for Mr. Johnson. With practiced aim, he dropped the pill straight down the girl's throat. "Now swallow!" he demanded, holding her mouth shut and pinching her nose.

Kimiko struggled for a moment longer... but as she grew short of air, eventually she had no choice. Her throat moved, and she swallowed. Mr. Johnson opened her mouth again with one hand while the other hand kept hold of her hair, and he did a quick search of the girl's mouth, making sure that she hadn't hidden it under her tongue. Satisfied, he let go of her hair.

"hff... pff... You'll never get away with this," Kimiko gasped as she slumped forward, her hands resting on the desk. The horrible pill, she knew, was heading down her gullet, and would soon be working its way on her body.

"Teachers have the authority to administer whatever punishments they see fit," said Mr. Johnson as he unlocked the handcuffs from the desk again, then dragged the girl across the room. He pressed a rocker switch on the wall, causing a rope to lower from the ceiling, and he hooked the cuffs onto the metal ring on the end. Activating the rocker switch again, he adjusted the rope so that it held Kimiko's arms straight in the air, leaving her just barely able to stand on both feet.

"It's not fair," sobbed Kimiko. "Let me go..." Ignoring the girl's pleas, Johnson reached down to her skirt and lifted it up, tucking the hem into the waistband. This provoked a scream of humiliated outrage from Kimiko, and she tried to kick at him. "Put that back down! I don't want you looking at my panties!"

"Still disobedient, eh?" said Mr. Johnson, easily dodging her flailing foot. "I've got the cure for that." One more visit back to his desk, and he came back with a pair of rubber bulbs. "A little enema should do the trick."

After all the indignities that had already been visited on her, Kimiko could only whimper at this one - and so shocked was she that it didn't even occur to her to wonder why a schoolteacher would happen to have enema bulbs in his desk. Or handcuffs. Or a handy rope to drop from the ceiling. "N-no... you can't... please..."

Unmoved, Mr. Johnson lifted the back of her skirt and tugged down the seat of her panties. Ignoring the flailing of her feet, he pressed the nozzle of the first bulb into her anus, and squeezed, forcing the solution into Kimiko's unwilling bowels, then repeated the process with the second, finally tugging Kimiko's panties back into place.

Kimiko shook her head, sobbing, and then groaning as she already felt her bowels begin to cramp. "N-no... stop it... let me go to the bathroom..."

"Good little girls do as they're told, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson, patting her on the shoulder. "Little girls who don't do as they're told are bad little girls. And bad little girls," he added, completing the cruel logic, "don't get to enjoy the privilege of using the toilet. When bad little girls pee and poo, they pee and poo in their panties." He leaned back, enjoyed the look of horror that began to spread across Kimiko's face, and then returned to his desk to watch the show.

Within minutes, Kimiko's bowels were trembling mightily. "It's not fair..." she sobbed. "I need to go poo..." She dangled from the handcuffs, her feet rocking back and forth and her ass clenching. But protest as she might, squirm as she might, Mr. Johnson just kept watching impassively. And eventually, the girl's exhausted anus gave up the struggle, and with another plaintive sob, she began to fill her panties for the second time in as many days.

As the odor of Kimiko's shit began to fill the room, Mr. Johnson stood up again. "Awww, did little Kimiko go poopy in her pants?" he cooed mockingly, reaching under her skirt and feeling the gooey load, still growing as it weighed down the seat of the girl's panties.

"S-stop that..." whimpered Kimiko, tears running down her face, followed by an "Eeugh!" of disgust as Johnson squeezed, pressing the filthy shit against her bottom.

The cruel teacher said mildly, "Are you telling me what to do again?" as he continued to fondle the girl's shitty panties, smearing the mess up and down her butt-cheeks. Kimiko, nearly choking on the smell wafting up from beneath her skirt, felt so horribly dirty as Mr. Johnson ruthlessly ground her own feces against her bottom, and all she could do was whimper and shake her head.

"I didn't think so," said Mr. Johnson, as he wiped his hand on the back of her skirt. "Now I haven't forgotten your offense from yesterday, when you pissed yourself in class. You're going to have to learn some self control. So you have until half-past the hour, and you have to hold it till then. If you pee yourself any sooner, you will be punished again. Do I make myself clear?" Kimiko looked up at him, her face going pale - she could already feel her bladder starting to send its signals - but she nodded meekly. "I'll try," she whimpered.

"Trying isn't good enough," he responded. "Your crotch stays dry till half-past, or you pay the consequences." And with that, he returned to his desk once more.

At first, Kimiko could think of nothing but the smelly shit being held against her ass by the panties... but as time went on, and the diuretic worked, soon she was squirming again, crossing her legs back and forth, swaying from the rope as her desperation grew.

"Five minutes," called Mr. Johnson, enjoying the show as young Kimiko struggled not to pee, the still-pristine front of her pooped white cotton panties on display for him. He'd had years of experience with desperate girls, and as he watched the girl writhe with the need to relieve herself, he could see that she wouldn't be able to hold it for more than a handful of seconds longer - much less five minutes.

Kimiko knew it too. Tearfully, she sobbed, "Please, Mr. Johnson... I can't hold it any longer... please let me go pee..."

"Five minutes," he repeated implacably. "Piss yourself any sooner, and you pay the consequences."

"It's not fair..." wailed Kimiko, her knees knocking together. "I can't help it..." And with that, her head slumped forward, and the crotch of her panties blossomed with a wet yellow stain that quickly began to spread up her belly and down toward the brown load behind her.

"Tsk... Kimiko..." said Mr. Johnson chidingly. "Wetting yourself already?"

"It's not fair," Kimiko sobbed again, but she couldn't stop - the hot piss began to trickle down her legs and flow into her frilly white ankle socks, soaking those as well as her panties. Her shoes quickly overflowed with pee and began to spill onto the floor - and still she couldn't stop urinating, couldn't stop her body from flooding her panties with dirty yellow piss. Couldn't stop wetting herself, until her bladder was finally empty, pungent urine dripping from her filthy panties, squishing in her flooded shoes, and wafting its fumes around her from the golden puddle beneath her.

Mr. Johnson gave her a few moments to wallow in her shame and disgust... just long enough to let her think it couldn't get any worse. "Really, Kimiko, that was a disgraceful performance. Tomorrow, I'm going to have to put you on toilet ban."

"T-toilet ban?" Kimiko stuttered, her tear-streaked eyes looking up. No... no, surely he couldn't mean...

"Tomorrow," said Mr. Johnson, in a formal voice as he pronounced her sentence, "you will not be allowed to use the restroom facilities during school hours. Furthermore, I remind you that the dress code forbids you from removing your panties outside the lavatory." A brief pause. "Therefore, you will have to hold it in all day, or else do it in your panties. And you will not be allowed to clean up until the end of the day."

By the end of Mr. Johnson's speech, Kimiko was crying and stuttering in disgusted horror and fear. "N-n-n-no... oh God no... please, that's so horrible... please can't I have another punishment instead?" She could clearly remember using the bathroom at least twice that day - if she'd had to go in her panties each time... "Please, I'll do anything, anything, don't make me pee my panties all day, that's so cruel..."

Mr. Johnson glared at her for a long moment as his hapless victim writhed in helpless shame and fear and disgust. Finally, as Kimiko's desperate protests degenerated into helpless blubberign, he said, very quietly, "Anything?" He returned to the wall controls, and began to lower the rope again. "Anything? Then on your knees, Kimiko..."

Still sniffling and dripping, Kimiko let herself be lowered her to the ground, wincing as her knees splashed in the puddle of piss. "Wait, what are you -" she began, and then her voice trailed off, her eyes widening in shock as Mr. Johnson stepped in front of her and unzipped his trousers, presenting his stiff cock to her - about seven inches long, but it looked huge to Kimiko's inexperienced eyes. "Oh god," moaned Kimiko, leaning back and swaying from her cuffs. "Is - is that what I have to do?"

Instead of answering right away, Mr. Johnson leaned down and unbuttoned her blouse - Kimiko flinched, but knew there was nothing she could do about it - and carefully tugged her bra upward. "What's a little girl like you doing wearing a bra, anyway?" sneered Mr. Johnson. "It's not as if you need one..."

Even in the midst of her terrible humiliation, Kimiko rebelled against that remark. "I have breasts!" she pouted. But the comment still stung, especially since it was true. Although Kimiko's now-exposed chest did feature a growing bosom, her breasts were also quite small - barely an A-cup - and were firm enough not to need any support. But she'd been very proud of being old enough to wear a bra, and Mr. Johnson's words made her feel all the more like a little girl - an emotion amplified by the panties she'd been forced to piss and shit in.

"Barely," sneered Mr. Johnson, as he reached down to fondle the firm little mounds. "But they'll have to do. Now..." he said, straightening up and offering his manhood to the girl. "Suck on it. Make sure to use your tongue - that's a mistake a lot of little girls make their first time."

How would you know? Kimiko thought angrily. Do you do this to a lot of little girls? But by now she'd learned at least to keep such thoughts to herself - and fortunately for her mental state, she didn't think about it long enough to realize that it was probably true. Trembling with disgust, but knowing it was her only hope of escaping an even filthier day tomorrow, she leaned forward and swallowed the purple tip of Mr. Johnson's penis, her tongue slowly and unwillingly caressing it - and her nose wrinkled and she almost spit it out as she tasted the glob of precum that oozed out.

"Deeper!" snapped Mr. Johnson, and his fingers laced through the girl's hair and forced her head forward. Kimiko reflexively resisted for a moment, but the pressure on the back of her head was inexorable, shoving even more of the hot shaft into her mouth. She was almost at the point of gagging when her nose buried itself in the teacher's pubic hair and her lips reached the end of his manhood.

"Better. Now suck... and lick... there you go..." instructed Mr. Johnson, sighing contentedly as the girl's lips tightened around him. Despite the girl's inexpert technique, his penis began to harden still further, stimulated as much by Kimiko's abject humiliation and degradation as by her clumsy lips and tongue. "That's right..." he crooned, as he began to rock his hips slowly back and forth, his fingers still tangled in her short hair and holding her head against his crotch.

Kimiko did gag this time, a little, as Mr. Johnson's cock was forced down her throat, and she moaned muffledly about his lips and struggled to breathe through her nose. "Keep licking!" snapped Mr. Johnson, heedless of the girl's plight - no, savoring it - as he forced the girl to fellate him.

Faster and faster his hips began to move, and - never mind licking - it was all that Kimiko could do to breathe as Mr. Johnson moaned in pleasure and rammed his cock rammed repeatedly between her lips. Just as Kimiko was beginning to dread the possibility of having to swallow, Mr. Johnson pulled away from her, her lips making a slurping sound as they closed shut. And he aimed his manhood toward her chest... Kimiko winced, and turned her head away, but there was nothing she could do to stop the man from splashing his hot, thick semen all over her budding breasts, coating them liberally with the white gooey stuff.

Finally, Mr. Johnson sighed happily, and tucked his now-flaccid penis back into his trousers, then leaned back and admired his handiwork - a young girl, trembling with shame, her face blushing and streaked with tears, her bare chest covered with cum, her exposed panties drenched in urine and loaded with her waste. "Huh. Not bad for a beginner," he said dismissively. "I guess it's good enough for you to get out of that toilet ban - this time." He leaned forward and tugged her bra back down, right over the top of her cum-smeared breasts. Kimiko groaned in disgust and squirmed, but could do nothing as the semen soaked into her bra, making her feel filthier than ever.

Mr. Johnson then reached up to the girl's wrists, unlocking the handcuffs. Kimiko, eager to cover her soiled panties, immediately untucked them from the waistband, only then pausing to rub her wrists. "Well, you've still got those hundred and twenty sentences to do, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson. "Better get to it."

Kimiko didn't respond right away - her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs, tears leaking from her tightly shut eyes. She didn't even really hear his words - all she could think about was how dirty she was, how slimy Mr. Johnson's cum felt against her breasts, how gooey and yucky her shit felt held against her rump by her pissy panties.

"Kimiko!" snapped Mr. Johnson, forcing her out of her gloomy reverie.

"W-what?" moaned Kimiko miserably.

"The sentences. One hundred twenty times, 'I will not defecate in my panties during detention.' You didn't forget, did you?" Mr. Johnson pointed to the desk, with the writing materials at the ready.

"N-no, sir, I, I'll get right on it," Kimiko mumbled, climbing to her feet, wincing once again as her damp socks squelched in her shoes, and shuffled back to her desk. She perched on the edge of the chair, beginning to write, only to gasp in disgust as Mr. Johnson casually shoved her back into the chair, her crapped panties making a wet splat sound as she was forced to sit in her own mess yet again.

Kimiko could barely manage to write, as she sat there marinating in her sticky and wet and smelly underwear, and her tears of shame and revulsion kept dripping onto the paper in front of her. A mere eternity later, she finally finished the one hundred and twentieth sentence. "Good," said Mr. Johnson, picking up the papers and reviewing them. "Now wait there until your detention is over."

Five more minutes passed - each one creeping by like an hour - before Mr. Johnson announced, "Time! Now, I don't want to see you in here again, Miss Kimiko, do you understand? If you hate pissing and shitting yourself as much as you pretend to do, you will behave yourself in my classroom. Is that clear?"

Kimiko gulped, stung by the suggestion that she was only pretending to be suffering, but nodded meekly. "Good," said the teacher. "Now off with you." Kimiko climbed up out of her chair and stumbled toward the classroom door, then headed back to the dorm as fast as she could stand to walk - which, because of the poop that shifted disgustingly in her panties with every step, wasn't very fast at all.

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"Ah, hi, Kimiko - oh my god, what's that smell?" Bridget said, looking up from her book as her younger roommate squelched through the door and stumbled across the room, slumping against her bed and sobbing piteously.

"Oh no," exclaimed Bridget, acting astonished. "What happened? Ssh... it's okay... it's okay," she said, wrapping her arm around Kimiko's trembling shoulders.

"H-he, he, he made me mess my panties," Kimiko slurred thickly, through her sobs. "An' then he... then he..." The girl shook her head, and buried her face in her arms and bawled, unable to recount the deeper humiliation of having to suck off her teacher.

"Poor Kimiko..." crooned Bridget, rubbing the girl's back. "That must feel horrible... Come on, hon," she added sympathetically, as she tried to gently urge Kimiko to her feet. "We need to get you cleaned up. You are allowed to clean up, at least, right?"

"Y-yeah... why wouldn't I be?" murmured Kimiko, sniffling, as she leaned on Bridget.

"Never mind," said Bridget, petting Kimiko's hair softly. She's not ready to hear about the all-day toilet ban yet, thought Bridget to herself as she led the girl to the showers. Kimiko allowed herself to be led, her eyes tightly shut so that she didn't have to see all the other students staring at her on the way there.

By the time Kimiko opened her eyes, Bridget was already taking off her bra, revealing a pair of shapely round breasts that made Kimiko feel a little jealous of the older girl. "Aw, c'mon, it's okay, Kimiko... we're all girls here," said Bridget as Kimiko blushed and turned her head away. "Come on, I'm sure you can't wait to get out of those filthy panties..."

"Y-yeah," Kimiko agreed, risking a relieved smile as she reached up under her skirt and gratefully slipped off the stinky underwear, gasping slightly as a glob of poop fell out of the seat of her panties and plopped onto the floor. "Oh god, that feels so much better," she said, as she slipped off her shoes and took off her damp socks.

Bridget, meanwhile, was taking off her own skirt and panties. "Come on, come on, let's have it all off," she said brightly. Kimiko blushed, but took off her skirt, then reached for her blouse... and hesitated, afraid that her roommate would see the cum-stains on her bra.

"It's okay, you don't have anything I haven't seen before," said Bridget reassuringly as she reached for Kimiko's blouse. The girl gasped and flinched away, holding her arms over her chest. "What's the matter?" said Bridget, tilting her head.

Kimiko hesitated, trembling and blushing furiously. Finally she said, "N-nothing," and with quivering fingers, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then hurriedly reached behind her back to take the bra off and toss it onto the floor.

"There you go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" asked the older girl. Despite Kimiko's efforts, she had noticed the pale yellow stains on the fabric of the little bra cups, but didn't say anything about it yet. "Come on, into the shower with you!"

Nodding, Kimiko stepped into the stall, and sighed in utter bliss as the hot water ran down her body, feeling it begin to wash away the filth that had coated her. It felt so good that she hadn't noticed Bridget stepping into the shower with her until she felt the older girl's soapy hands on her narrow waist.

"Here... you've had a rough day today. Let me wash you?" Bridget asked. Kimiko hesitated, looking up at her older roommate... then nodded. "Okay," she said softly.

And it did feel so good, the gentle touch of Bridget's hands along her body, so much better after the filth she'd had to endure for the past hour. Kimiko was beginning to relax, enjoying even the feel of Bridget gently scrubbing her ass... and then she gasped again, as Bridget's hand slipped up between her legs. "W-what are you doing?"

"Well, I need to wash you there too, don't I?" said Bridget placatingly. "It'll get irritated down there if you let the pee stay there, and believe me, it really hurts when your girl bits are sore..."

"O-okay," Kimiko said meekly. Faintly, she wondered if there was something wrong with letting Bridget touch her there, but Bridget was so nice to her... and it did feel good... so good, as Bridget's long slender fingers, slippery with soap, caressed Kimiko's pink young petals. "Nnnh..." Kimiko murmured, feeling her cheeks flush again. "A-are you sure this is okay?"

"Of course it is, hon..." purred Bridget soothingly, her soapy fingers caressing Kimiko's sex with a very light, deft touch. "You've suffered enough today, haven't you?"

The growing haze of desire was beginning to cloud Kimiko's mind, and the cruel abuse she'd suffered at the hands of Mr. Johnson - abuse she was still convinced she didn't really deserve - had her primed to believe that it was only fair that she get to enjoy herself too. So she relaxed, leaning back against Bridget's warm soft chest and letting her roommate gently yet skillfully stroke her.

Again and again Bridget's fingertips glided along Kimiko's slit, slowly guiding Kimiko to higher and higher levels of arousal - very careful not to turn the girl on too quickly for fear of spooking her. By degrees, Kimiko began to squirm, her knees buckling as she tried to press herself against Bridget's fingers, and Bridget caught her with an arm around her chest, her other hand now delicately fondling the small firm mound of her breast.

"Ahhnnn... more, Bridget..." Kimiko begged, her small bosom heaving with her gasping breaths, and her roommate eagerly complied, slipping two fingers just into Kimiko's vagina and playing with the tiny clit. Even a few seconds of this delightful treatment was too much for the young girl, and she climaxed, shuddering and trembling in her roommate's arms.

Bridget murmured soothingly to the girl as she moaned and wriggled in ecstasy, her skilled fingers carefully guiding her younger protegé through her orgasm, moving slower and more lightly as the girl began to relax. "Mmmn... better now?" she purred.

Kimiko could only nod, smiling, and she turned around to put her small arms around Bridget in a grateful, relaxed hug. Bridget held the happy girl in her arms, letting the warm shower water wash over them both. Yes... such fun indeed, thought Bridget to herself, as she turned off the shower and guided Kimiko to the towels - quietly disposing of Kimiko's filthy panties and washing off the floor when the girl wasn't looking.

"There you go," said Bridget, as they got dressed again and walked back to their dorm room. "Need any help with your homework?"

"Nope, I'm okay," said Kimiko, now once again as cheerful as she'd been when she'd arrived, and, fishing a clean pair of panties out of her underwear drawer, she settled at her desk to work. Then she paused, and got up again, and gave Bridget a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you..." she whispered.

"You're welcome," murmured Bridget, enjoying the younger girl's affection, tousling her hair. Kimiko looked up, blushed, and looked away again, giggling in mild embarrassment, then danced back to her desk and got to work.

Bridget watched her young new friend over the top of her book, finding that she enjoyed the girl's delight as much as her distress. You really are a sweet one, aren't you? she thought to herself. I'm glad they paired you up with me...