Thursday, August 15, 2013
My heart raced as I looked around. No escape. I tried the door frantically but it was locked. Sweat poured down my face as I had a panic attack. I couldn't move, could barely breathe. I couldn't even think of what to do. No matter. There really wasn't anywhere to go anyway. The stockroom had a few shelves with canned goods but nothing to really hide from. I stood there marking time as I awaited Mrs. Booker.
It seemed like forever but probably just a minute or so as I heard a key in the door. My insides churned and I felt that funny feeling between my legs when you know you're dead. I had a momentary vision of that strap whistling through the air and the loud crack it landed on Jessica's ass. Soon that would be me.