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I'm writing because—of all the teachers I had at that lousy school—you were the only one who got me. You were the only one who really listened, and although I didn't realize it at the time, you actually helped me through a tough time. Just not the way you intended.
Okay, I'm still into the dominatrix thing. I haven't changed that much. But talking to you helped me figure out who I am and how to come to grips with it. And I've found a place where I'm accepted for who I am and where my talents are actually appreciated.
It's called Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission. I'm a teacher now (just like you!), only I teach domination instead of math. It's cool, even though it's kind of far away. I have lots of new friends here who share my interests.
I feel sorry for all the repressed people who don't have the same outlet for their impulses that I have. You know what I mean. I remember you being REALLY repressed when you talked to me. So if the nun thing doesn't work out for you, you should look me up.
Darlene
"More good news, boys!" she announced to her unseen guests in the basement. "We're taking a little trip! I've put a lot of thought into this."
The mailman had been right when he said she'd received some large packages recently. Right now, there were three large empty crates in her living room which had recently held oversized sex toys. Soon, they would again—only this time, the toys would have to be sedated first.
To be continued . . .
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