F020. Monday again.

I arrive late, directly to the school. It's sunny but I have black, stormy clouds on my head. I don't want to think about the weekend and I don't want to think that it's still one month before my next break.

I check things - nothing new, Mr. Rayna has settled himself and from his traces he's already checking on the students. He should starting to intercept skype calls, and consequently discover what Silvia is doing in her room, soon enough.

I haven't had the time to run a deep check on Mr. C's hard disk, so I call Mr. Ubik and ask him to; I only tell him the teacher disappeared in uncertain circumstances, making no reference at all to the nurse. I press for discretion.

When I'm back home, Christina is all smiles. something that irritates me to the utmost. I raise my hand to hit her. Then everything seems so senseless and I just let her go. At least she's stopped smiling.

F016. A car is found. Drugs.

Boring day. I'm being weak. I got a drug shipment - good, custom sex drugs to use on the students and I tested it on Christina. I should not have fucked her, but I'm getting nervous and bored. And she's not going to remember anything anyway.

I got a call by Abu - he seems to have found Mr. C's car in the woods. Tomorrow morning we must go check. I send a message to the Circle asking for a professional investigator. Got to get this shit sorted. A pro will read the situation easily I'm sure.

BR002

Bobby wakes up and looks at his watch. It's three in the morning. They just went back from the weekend with the principal - with his assistant around all day - she keeps buzzing in his mind - keeping him uncomfortably aroused. Bobby cannot sleep.

He slips out of bed - careful not to wake Tom up - he wonders if Tom will win the bet or not. Then he slips out of the school - careful not to wake anyone. Bobby walks the empty streets feeling cold in his summer jacket.

After a while he sees the road to the principal's house - perhaps it was drawing him there all the time. He wants to see the assistant. The first lights arrive, he walks uphill, jumps the fence, not knowing about the silent alarms he's waking up.

Bobby sees Christina taking her blouse off - the principal taking her bra - her tits like in the binoculars two days before. He wants to jerk off but stops.

Then something strange happens - they take him inside the house - the principal is asking him to beat her up - Bobby slaps her, feeling guilty for the pleasure he's receiving by that. Then the principal allows him to take her - a quick, furious standing fuck.

Bobby keeps daydreaming in class for the rest of the day. He thinks. The principal is a monster. Christina is mad - why she does not go to police. Bobby thinks he's mad too - ill - he needs mental care perhaps.

Bobby's friend, Tom, waits all day to meet Grace and finally scores - he asks her to go out for to take a coke before dinner. But Bobby cannot make out the girl's answer.

F015. Waking with Christina.

Well, that Bobby guy showed some courage. He found my house and slipped in. I would be proud to say he was looking for me, but it was pretty obvious he was instead looking for Christina. He did not have enough of her during the weekend, I guess. So he finds us just after coffee, when I was relaxing by slapping her breasts with a newspaper.

He was spotted by the house alarms, of course. I send Christina to call him inside, and tell him he can have her if he can give her a beating. He manages to - just a few slaps and shake, childish things - but the boy has potential. I'm afraid he could start to really like her, though - feelings are a terrible weight in this work.

Still no trace of the disappeared two. Where are they? I expected something - even a hit against me - waiting is unnerving.

F014. A weekend in the hunting hut.

So, I've found this hunting hut, in reasonable state for my purposes. Of course money is not a problem, and here it is, the wood quickly renewed, the attic reinforced and secured for possible, hmm, storage.

We reach the place in the late afternoon, with four of the boys from the dorks gang. Christina has been here since the morning with Abu, and she has opened the hut and prepared some simple food. I don't talk much with the boys, and I simply spend my time observing and thinking. The alpha male is clearly trying to find a way to measure me without exposing himself. One of the others is going to fall for the trick before or later, and challenge me. But not this time I guess. The territory is too new for them.

We have guns but this time it's only binoculars. I take them to a ridge, sitting to read my book on Paul Erdős' life. During the walk, I have told them they have to find a special kind of bird. The first one to find it must come to me and show what he's found. I grumble at their slowness but I ignore them.

Sometimes I feel the hair of my neck rising. I look in the dense foliage, knowing that Abu, hidden somewhere, has his gun on me. I never manage to see him.

The thinnest of them runs to me. From his eyes I know he's found Christina, tied half hidden on a tree on the other ridge. Timely enough. The poor woman is not wearing clothes apart from the blindfold and the insects must be really annoying her by now.

On my instructions, he walks to the other side, reaching her. The three boys look at him with their binoculars having his way with her. When he's satisfied - twice, from the comments I hear - he unties her, helps her to her clothes, and brings her back to us.

We spend together another day until lunch on Sunday. I say just once that they cannot talk of what happened, or touch her. They won't be able to resist the night, so she's sleeping with me - of course on the floor. I enjoy every moment of the tension, the boys' gaze, and the untold questions.

BR001. The Principal and his Assistant

Bobby wakes up at night - his sheet are wet with perspiration - he's dreaming of that locker room. Bobby dreams of the woman taking off her sweated clothes - he can remember the sound of the door slamming open, she looking at them when they all slip in, overcome her without a word. Sad - she was sad, no fear no rage - no outrage.

Bobby was sure he would get to hell. He was sure he would get to prison. Then the principal barely notices him and his friends. They are not even talking between themselves about the locker room episode.

In the morning, Bobby hides beyond a fence to see her coming - the principal's private assistant - she drives him to the school, then leaves - at least most days. Yesterday, he could not resist anymore and had to go to the principal office - but he could not ask any direct question. What can he do now? And that invitation - birdwatching - Bobby cannot stop fantasizing..

F009 Diary Entry. Friday. A beating.

Well, i think as I wake up, I have survived the first week. Christina has readied my luggage, I'll leave directly from the school. She keeps that resentful gaze on me, especially when she thinks I'm not looking. Annoying. She should know better, should not she? Does she think I can spend all day with her eyes on my back?

I feel a need to put her to her place. So when she sets up things for breakfast I pull up from my chair. Nosily. It could be a normal gesture. We both know it is not.

She staggers back. I advance, fists closed. A raucous "what" dies in her throat. I hit her hard in her plexus and look at her crumbling, breathless. There's something wrong. A kick on her chest, not to break her ribs, just a whipped kick on her breasts. The hurt reflect on her face and I rejoice. I know I'm going to see the color of her blood now. Now. My heartbeat is too fast and a voice in my head keeps saying that there is something amiss.

I use my fists and a kick on full power. No restraint.

The kitchen storage and the table break in pieces. There is blood on my hands. Mine. I forgot to take my pill. Celestial damnation, how could I? The pain calms me. Christina is puking. It took all my willpower not to kill her with my fists. I run to my room to take the accursed pill. I return with makeshift bandages on my hands. She is on her knees, cleaning.

Before leaving, I just tell Christina that this was nothing exceptional and that I could beat her any time I want. I ask her if this is ok. She nods, unable to word her answer; they have told her about me. I hate myself now, but this will pass too. Maci. I need to go back home.

I send Christina away as I arrive to the school. I need that Muromachi woman services for my hands. I wonder what she will say, slightly curious about her mystery.

V002 Diary Entry. Wednesday

Work. Still going through student files. Boredom.

I've posted an announcement for a student intern for the ward; compensation, basic arts, extra credit, et cetera. That should appeal to some bright young lady. Or two.

Met with some of the staff. Unremarkable sort, though Mr. Perenti's assistant is a bright-eyed one with a figure to match. Ah, Christina. Likely already Perenti's slattern so, out of my reach. For now.

Set a broken finger, heavily bruised. Stubborn young man saw fit to not satisfy my inquiry about how such was obtained. Obstinate. Filed for later.

F007 Diary Entry. The Dorks Gang.

Everything worked like a clock.

At five in the afternoon I have only five students. My selected targets. Their awkwardness reminds me of my own youth.

We are few, and an odd number. My assistant, Christina, is looking at us from the bleachers, her back straight. I asked her to take with her a sack with sporting clothes. She looks nervous even from here.

I move towards her, asking her to play with us. She takes her sunglasses off and reaches the changing room. Heels and nylons give way to tight pants, pumps and a top that leaves her navel free. Her long black hair tied in a ponytail, she reaches us complaining she does not know the game. The boys simply drool.

There is no game, just a continual sequence of blunders and fouls. I play against the gym teacher, youth against experience. Two stubborn men. The boys play another game; for them, anything that includes bumping Christina or falling over her is a goal. She tries to stay away from the ball, since every time she touches it the play resembles more rugby than soccer.

At the end I instruct Christina to shower. Long. I take the gym teacher away in my study, and after half hour I send him home. The school is desert. I walk back to the sport court. The boys' changing room is empty. Good boys.

They stagger back at my sight. Well, all of them except one who seems to have reverted to an animal state. I have to grab him and pull him outside of her. This displeases me, so I remark the fact breaking him a finger, then twisting it until he faints. It's not the pain or the fainting that they will remember, but the easiness with which I do that. I'm squatting a fly and they know it.

To their surprise, I let them go without a word, clumsily carrying their friends. Christina has spread a few tears but refuses to cry in front of me. I do not let her drive. I forbid her to speak, too. She knocks at my room later that evening. I send her away without a word, and I go to bed early.

F004 Diary Entry. Football Sunday.

I walk the corridors of the still empty college with my assistant, Christina, impeccable in her designer dress. Students are starting to flow back in for the Monday classes. I find a group of young people hanging lazily in the courtyard, breathing in the explosion of spring.

I send her to find sporting clothes and a soccer ball. They are a bit uneasy as we start - I'm not telling them who I am, so they take me for a gym assistant - but after a while we're all running after the ball. They're faster in the long run but I show them control of the ball and quick reflexes. Not bad for a geek and ex math professor. I study them, selecting the handsome ones, the ruthless ones. Better than looking at files.

During a break, I reach Christina who is looking at us from the side. I tell her to lose tight and panties, and to keep her thighs parted. She opens her mouth to protest but she knows better. She nods and walks away. When she comes back, the boys' eyes are drawn to her white legs. I do as if nothing happened.

F002 Diary Entry. The College.

The car stops and I'm looking at the main entrance. It's holiday, long weekend, and no one should be here. I push a button and the door unlocks. The hall welcomes me with a whiff of detergent.

I find my room, but I'm not in the mood to go in there yet. I pace the empty halls and corridors, restless, when I catch sight of one student. A girl practising cheerleader motions in the courtyard. I look at her from the window. Good material. I will see if Fairbanks had something on file about her.

The rest of the day slips by eventless. I read and write. I check the security systems. There is a holding room just under mine, but I feel no desire to check it. At six, I meet one of the assassins. I hate their kind. At least this one is of few words and efficient. Looks like a middle east character and speaks little, but he looks dependable. I hope I will never need his services.

The car with my assistant takes me to my new home. A wealthy, anonymous house. The assistant is a nice girl, perfectly fit to my tastes. We both know I have rights to do what I want with her. She looks relieved when I send her away to her rooms, in the back of the same building.