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.

F003 Diary Entry. Empty Saturday.

I wake up to the smell of coffee. Breakfast is ready but my assistant is nowhere to be seen. I take my time to get ready, I take my morning pills with careful determination. I call my wife, a short, bitter conversation.

The school will be closed again, so I get my people together and I tour the town, familiarising with the street and discussing hits with one of the assassins. I should talk with the local police and the gangs perhaps. I cannot find the wish to talk with them.

In the afternoon, it's school again. The cheerleader has gone. I find one of the janitors, doing nothing. I reproach him and he answers me. I hurt my knuckles, so I have my assistant bandage my hand before dinner.

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.

Scene 1.02 - Telling Maci

Scene 1.02

Synopsis: Federico needs to tell Maci that the circle has just played havok with their future.

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Federico Perenti tries the handle of the door, twisting it in the wrong direction twice before managing to open his house's door. He stumbles inisde, with all the signs that show he's been drinking - more than usual. He grunts "'evening.." as he steps in.

Maci Meriman looks up from the magazine she's been thumbing through. Her voice casual as he interrupts a fleeting thought "oh hi hun"

Federico Perenti looks at her and feels his heart shrinking. He glances around the room, looking for signs of dinner, then rushes to the cupboard where they take the whisky. He quickly grabs two glasses and starts to fill them, giving her his shoulders.

Maci Meriman throws her long legs forwards, begining to stand but her eyes still attracted to something on the pages. She finally drops the magazine and eases towards her husband, for the first time noticing something might be off. "Long day baby?"

Federico Perenti pushes a glass to her with the back of his hand. He look inside the glass, as if searching for a solution in the amber circle. But the whisky says nothing, so he's forced to talk. Let's get straight to the point, he thinks. "Bad news. Trouble. I'm sorry baby"

Maci Meriman pales, assuming the worst. Was she ready to move quickly as this was always happening. Would they start over somewhere new? She sucks in a breath, bites her lip "go on" she says softly waitng for the inevitable.

Federico Perenti turns his back to the counter, his hands leaning on it. He faces her. "I'm going to run a college. I'll pretend to be a dean. For them."

Maci Meriman slides up to him, her hands encircling his waist. Her face reflects the puzzle he was revealing. She lays her face against his back "ok" she sighs "so another new assignment. when do we have to be ready?"

Federico Perenti looks down. "It's not us. I'm going alone." He clenches his fists and looks at her, rage and fury in his eyes.


Maci Meriman backs away as he turns. She whispers "just you" as if the words need to be tasted and swallowed. She looks to the floor and then up to his face "just you?" she asks

Federico Perenti nods "Just me." The he repeats this slower, the words weighting like stones. "Just me. They are.. they are.. I don't know. They're punishing us. Or it's just a sadistic game. I dont' know."

Maci Meriman lower lip trembles, sensing her husbands anxiety. She reaches for his hand, her voice as soft as her skin. "It's ok baby. They've seperated us before. A few weeks can sometimes be a good thing. " She trails her fingers up his forearm to the little patch on his elbow and rubs. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" she smiles.

Federico Perenti takes a deep breath and swallows. He looks straight at her, takes his glasses off and lets them down. He rubs the base of his nose and squeezes eyes. "It's not a few weeks, Maci. I can leave the place once a month. But they want me there for five years."

Maci Meriman look dumbfounded as she digests his words. There is a long pause of silence. Then she slowly walks to the terrace door, wordless.

Maci Meriman kicks off her heels and swings her slender body up on the rail. She looks down at the ground in the distance. "Was three stories enough?" she wondered She feel Fed behind her and croaks "you don't love me anymore. my Fed wouldn't do this to me"

Federico Perenti stiffens, the arm over her shoulder becoming steel for a moment. "Maci.. Maci it's not that. It's not. You know what they are. They want just to make me pay .. for it all.. and for having you, even more. We can do it. We will play their game and we will show them who we are." The last sentences he speaks faster, making a plan, making sense of it all in his mind.

Maci Meriman shakes her head, her long hair tickling his nose. She sobs "I can't be without you Fed. I would rather die" she leans forward on the rail and a tear drops from her cheek into the air.

Federico Perenti keeps scheming "we will do it well. We'll never really be apart.. and .." Then he notices what she's doing and snaps, his hands reaching her upper arms, holding her in a grip. "Maci! What are you doing?" He pulls her back, roughly "You won't play againt me too! Are you on their side?"

Maci Meriman wails, twisting her shoulders so he will let go. "Just go away Fed" she chokes "Just go away" her sobs so loud the lights in the apartment below turn on.

Federico Perenti's eyes open wide. He has a tremor in his shoulders and his hands let her go in a resolute movement. He hisses, slowly, his tongue heavy "You're with them. You're one of them, aren't you? Do you think I'll just go and leave you? Do you think that?"

Maci Meriman falls victim to him once again, She turns her body, her face red from tears and streaked with her heavy mascara. "nooooo Fed. I could never do that to you" She clumsily begins to climb off the banister but her foot is about to slip.



Federico Perenti moves faster than he could blink. He throws his weight down and forwards, trying to grasp any part of her and to bump on the banister. His instinct warns him that too much energy forward will just take the two of them through the banister. So he keeps low, his large hands desperately trying to grab a part of her.

Maci Meriman shrieks as her body wobbles on the edge, she is just about to teeter in the wrong direction when she feels Fed's strong arms wrap around her legs and steady her. No words are spoke but they both understand the gravity of the mistep.

Federico Perenti reaches an equilibrium, where he could just let her to her steps. Instead he smiles at her and pulls back, throwing himself on the balcony's pavement on his back, taking Maci with him, to land over him. The impact hurts a bit but he laughs, feeling her weight over him. Finally he says "Not that way Maci. This way. We fall together, not divided."

Maci Meriman finds her face buried against his chest and sobs begin racking her body. Her mascara tears soiling his shirt.

Federico Perenti holds her too strongly. He feels tears too, grateful he's not looking at him, and gets his handkerchief off, quickly cancelling his traces, pretending then he's got it off for her. "Here.. here.. we'll manage. We'll make it through. I'm sure. I'm sure."

Maci Meriman babble in between her heaving sobs. "I can't do it. I..I...I...can't...no...more"

Federico Perenti: you cannot. What is that you cannot do? We can do it. We can stay together, remember? In the thick and in the thin..

Maci Meriman slugs her fists against this chest. "You keep promsing me we will stay together but it never happens. Your leaving again. What am I supposed to do without you? I've left my family. I have no friends. " she follows this with a long wail as she imagines life without him.

F001 Diary Entry

In this entry, I report the dialogue between Federico and his superior - in fact one of them - in the Satin Circle. He's been asked to lead the Sandon college and to live far from his wife in the next five years. The Satin is merciless and want to punish him for.. hmm, too long a story.

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"If this is your idea of joke it's not fun." The words leave Federico's mouth slowly, his tongue heavy. The leather couch is more expressive than the man inside it, and Federico wonders if he's heard him. Silence fills the room like water.

It's all a part of the act, he knows it. Any movement would reveal his thought. So Federico keeps his heartbeat under check. Blinks at regular intervals. Keeps eyebrows and lips relaxed. Stops fingers from moving. Keeps his gaze focused on nothing.

He's not smarter than me, he thinks, I won't allow him to make a fool of me; he is a skilled professional but I will give him nothing to read. The silence lasts a few moments more. "It's not true. I'm not going to leave my wife for, what, five years? You know you cannot ask this of me. It's the only thing you cannot ask."

Finally the man shifts in his couch. Good, thinks Federico, now I know he's not a wax doll. The man's voice caresses his ear with the velvety rub of the professional hypnotist. "Orders. We need you there, that's all. Full benefits. It's not like you have to clean the classrooms."

"This was your idea, was it not? You're still holding it against me." His hands move then are stopped with an exhausting willpower effort. He gets no answer.

"I'll tell you what I'll do. I will do the work. And I will bring my wife with me." Using the name of Maci in front of him was unthinkable. "There's no reason I should not."

His words linger in the air for the time needed for to guess what the white bearded shrink is going to say. Finally he does. Federico has already guessed the sentence word by word.

"I'm not going to conclude that your wife is a problem for the circle. Do I?"

Federico' shoulders slump. He does not even need to word his answer.

"The college is a class A circle safehouse. You will always have three killers ready in town. Your decisions are final for what regards your college. The local lowlife is under our control and it will report to you through one of the teachers. In case of trouble, shock forces can arrive in two hours - in the unlikely case some organization decides to face us on that ground."

The older man rubs his beard. "You will like it. You always liked power. And you can go back home once a month. It's not a bad bargain. That will be all, Federico, I thank you for your patience."

Federico raises his eyes on him and adds with a detached tone "I could kill you now, here."

The answer is just "Yes. Undeniable." Followed by a simple "no." as the heavy door of rare wood closes with a soft click. It's only when he breathes again the street's air that Federico understand that last "no." That was not the shrink's idea. He was the sacrifiable pawn of someone higher. One problem at a time, he decided, sending this thought away, and he started to think about the immmediate one. How to tell Maci.

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Scene 1.01 - Fingers, teasing, and panties lost.

Scene 1.01 - Fingers, teasing, and panties lost.

Synopsis: Grace meets Mr. C just after seeing something she should not have.

Follow up: Who was Grace's friend? What was she doing with Mr. Perenti? And what will Grace and Conrad do next time?

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Prof. Conrad: Are you saying you have been a bad girl

Grace7 Ling: no

Prof. Conrad admires your ass

Prof. Conrad runs his hand over your panties, squeezing your ass

Grace7 Ling squirms under your touch

Grace7 Ling: i didnt do anything wrong Sir

Prof. Conrad: You know the rules about peeking in the rooms

Prof. Conrad: we both know you've been watching your friend and the principal

Prof. Conrad slides his finger against your pussy lips, feeling how hot and damp you are

Grace7 Ling: my..my friend?

Prof. Conrad: Yes... do I need to make you describe what you were watching yesterday?

Grace7 Ling: i havent seen anything Sir

Prof. Conrad: I can tell you're excited just thinking about it

Grace7 Ling: i swear i havent seen anything. i dont know anything

Prof. Conrad rubs his finger harder against your slit, pushing against your clit to watch you squirm

Grace7 Ling tries to close her legs tighter together

Prof. Conrad: I was watching you, I saw you peeking and I saw your finger slide under your panties

Prof. Conrad forces your legs apart

Grace7 Ling: ohh

Grace7 Ling: nooo

Grace7 Ling: i didnt

Prof. Conrad slides his finger under the elastic of your panties and touches your bare pussy

Prof. Conrad: you're wet

Grace7 Ling shakes her head, trying to deny it

Grace7 Ling: how could you have seen me Sir

Prof. Conrad: I'm not going to tell you but you know I saw you

Grace7 Ling: i dont know

Prof. Conrad: you kept looking around but you couldn't resist

Grace7 Ling: i dont know anything Sir

Prof. Conrad leans forward and blows across your bare pussy lip

Grace7 Ling: ohh

Prof. Conrad pushes your lips apart and blows harder

Grace7 Ling contracts

Prof. Conrad: do you want me to do what you saw?

Prof. Conrad: has anyone ever licked you before?

Grace7 Ling: nooo... please let me go

Grace7 Ling: yes.. i mean no

Prof. Conrad pulls your lips and slaps his free hand against your ass

Prof. Conrad *laughs*. "I think you like being spanked"

Grace7 Ling: owww

Prof. Conrad slaps your ass, harder

Grace7 Ling screams in pain and shock

Prof. Conrad cups your pussy and rests his finger on your clit as his slaps your ass again

Grace7 Ling: owwww

Grace7 Ling jumps

Prof. Conrad leans over you and says "your pussy is wet and your clit is very hard - you are a nasty little slut"

Grace7 Ling shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears

Grace7 Ling: no....

Prof. Conrad rubs your pussy and makes you wet all over

Grace7 Ling: ohhhhh

Prof. Conrad slaps your ass hard again. "You'll keep getting spanks until you tell the truth." He slaps again

Grace7 Ling: owwww

Grace7 Ling: please stop hitting me Sir!

Prof. Conrad: I'm not hitting you, I'm punishing a bad girl

Grace7 Ling: please let me go... i beg you

Prof. Conrad starts circling your clit with his finger as he slaps your ass again, hard enough to leave a red handprint

Prof. Conrad rubs your clit harder

Grace7 Ling moans, sobbing, and confused

Prof. Conrad lifts you and pulls you against his lips

Prof. Conrad: mmmmphhh

Prof. Conrad jams his tongue hard into your pussy

Prof. Conrad grabs your sore ass and pulls your closer

Grace7 Ling struggles but lets out a moan

Grace7 Ling: ppplease stop!

Prof. Conrad laughs

Grace7 Ling cries

Grace7 Ling: please Sir

Prof. Conrad sucks your clit between his teeth and nibbles as his tongue strokes back and forth

Grace7 Ling: oh godd...

Prof. Conrad squeezes his hands tighter, sliding a finger into you tight pussy

Grace7 Ling thrashes around in your grip

Prof. Conrad licks harder as he pumps his finger in and out, forcing you closer and closer

Prof. Conrad forces a second finger into you

Grace7 Ling cries out in pain, trying to close her thighs

Prof. Conrad pumps his fingers hard into you, stretching your pussy as he sucks hard on your clit

Prof. Conrad pumps faster feeling your squirming

Grace7 Ling cries out repeatedly, her hips being forced up

Prof. Conrad drives his fingers deep into you before you cum and suddenly stops teasing your clit

Grace7 Ling: ohhh

Grace7 Ling lays back on the table, panting

Prof. Conrad: so, are you going to admit the truth - that you were watching

Grace7 Ling: no... i didn't see nuthing

Prof. Conrad flips you up and over his hard cock

Prof. Conrad pulls your pussy against his pants and you feel a very thick cock

Prof. Conrad pumps his fingers

Prof. Conrad: no? You didn't

Grace7 Ling: ohhhhh

Prof. Conrad: do you want me to fuck you like your friend got fucked?

Grace7 Ling: no.. no... let me go Sir! pleasee i beg you

Prof. Conrad: Are you sure? Your friend enjoys being fucked

Prof. Conrad: Did you stay long enough to see her cum?

Grace7 Ling shakes her head...

Grace7 Ling: noooo

Prof. Conrad pumps his fingers

Prof. Conrad: Did you run away too soon to see her get a face full of cum

Grace7 Ling: oh god

Prof. Conrad stokes your clit harder

Grace7 Ling moans, trying to stop her body from betraying her

Prof. Conrad slips his fingers out long enough to unzip

Prof. Conrad: are you going to tell me the truth or do I fill you full of cock

Prof. Conrad: is it really worth being fucked

Grace7 Ling: no please don't..... i'll say whatever you want me to say Sir

Prof. Conrad slides his bare cock out and lets it rub between your wet pussy lips

Prof. Conrad: tell me what you saw

Prof. Conrad: admit it and you are free to go

Grace7 Ling: i saw the principal fucking my friend

Prof. Conrad is enjoying feeling your wet pussy rubbing over his cock

Grace7 Ling is on the verge of panic that she would be raped

Prof. Conrad: what were you doing while you watched

Grace7 Ling: ohhh

Grace7 Ling blushes furiously

Grace7 Ling: i was rubbing myself

Prof. Conrad reaches around and spreads your lips to let the tip of his cock bump your hard clit

Prof. Conrad whispers "were you wondering what it feels like?"

Grace7 Ling shudders as she feels you bump her clit

Prof. Conrad lets his precum make your clit slippery

Grace7 Ling is confused by what she is feeling and how she should answer

Grace7 Ling: i... i....

Grace7 Ling: yes.. i was wondering

Prof. Conrad: Tell me, Grace - do you want to feel like a woman

Grace7 Ling: yes.. i mean no....

Grace7 Ling: please let me go

Prof. Conrad pushes his hand against his cock, and slaps your clit

Prof. Conrad uses his cock to rub your clit faster and faster

Grace7 Ling: ohhhh

Prof. Conrad feels your juices soaking your panties and his pants

Grace7 Ling feels the tension getting tighter, her legs raising up her hips slightly

Prof. Conrad: Well, Grace - do I stop now or do you want it in you

Prof. Conrad holds your hips high, just over his cock

Grace7 Ling: i.. i....

Prof. Conrad lets the tip of his cock rub between your pussy lips

Grace7 Ling: please... let me go... Sir!

Prof. Conrad *laughs*

Prof. Conrad tucks his cock back in his pants and lifts you

Grace7 Ling shakes her head, sobbing

Prof. Conrad cradles your confused head

Prof. Conrad: go ahead, finish what I started

Prof. Conrad: You know how much you need it and I've already seen you cum

Prof. Conrad puts your hand on your wet panties

Grace7 Ling: you... you've seen me cum Sir?

Grace7 Ling blushes

Prof. Conrad: yes - I watched you as you fingered yourself while your friend was being fucked

Prof. Conrad: you left too soon to see her take the facefull of cum

Grace7 Ling is unsure of your intentions... her hand dwelling near her panties

Grace7 Ling: oh god

Prof. Conrad: Go ahead,

Prof. Conrad: If you're good, I'll let you watch them again

Grace7 Ling rubs her self lightly, feeling a shudder

Prof. Conrad: If you're very good, I may even teach you to cum when I want you to

Prof. Conrad leans back, enjoying the show

Grace7 Ling shakes her head....

Grace7 Ling slowly rubs her slit thru her panties with lil circles

Prof. Conrad: Talk to me while you play with yourself. Did you watch as that big, thick cock stretched your friend open?

Grace7 Ling: yes

Prof. Conrad: what were you thinking when you saw it slip in

Grace7 Ling: was thinking it was huge

Grace7 Ling: and that she screamed

Prof. Conrad: lol - she always screams - at first

Prof. Conrad: when I rubbed my cock on you did you worry you might scream?

Grace7 Ling looks down

Grace7 Ling: yes

Prof. Conrad: did you want to feel it anyway?

Grace7 Ling: i dont know

Prof. Conrad: come on, you've learned by now that it's better to be honest

Prof. Conrad: I'm watching you rubbing harder as you think about it

Grace7 Ling shudders again

Prof. Conrad: I could feel how wet and hot you were when I let the head slip just inside

Grace7 Ling: oh god

Grace7 Ling feels herself close

Prof. Conrad: Admit it, you wanted to know what it would feel like all the way in

Grace7 Ling: yess..yes

Prof. Conrad: that's it baby, picture how good it felt and how nice it would be to switch a hard cock for my fingers

Prof. Conrad: rub yourself hard, cum for me baby

Grace7 Ling rubs herself faster now... breathing harder and harder

Prof. Conrad: imagine my big cock filling you

Grace7 Ling: ohhh

Prof. Conrad: stretching your pussy inside

Prof. Conrad: hot, hard and soft together

Grace7 Ling: ohhh

Prof. Conrad: rub faster

Grace7 Ling rubs faster now

Prof. Conrad: imagine that it was you and taht your friend was watching you

Prof. Conrad: seeing a big cock filling you

Grace7 Ling: ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

Prof. Conrad: that's it, cum hard baby

Prof. Conrad: cum for me

Grace7 Ling: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Prof. Conrad pulls your tight against his chest

Grace7 Ling: ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

Grace7 Ling: ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

Grace7 Ling: oh god

Prof. Conrad: there, now you can head up to the dorms and get to bed

Prof. Conrad: this can be our secret, for now

Grace7 Ling recovers from her orgasm

Grace7 Ling nods shyly

Grace7 Ling: will be a secret

Prof. Conrad: good girl

Prof. Conrad: maybe, next time, I'll let you hold my cock while you touch yourself

Prof. Conrad: would you like that?

Grace7 Ling shakes her head...confused.... blushing

Grace7 Ling pulls her panties up

Prof. Conrad *laughs*

Prof. Conrad looks thoughtful

Prof. Conrad: Wait

Prof. Conrad: come here for one second

Grace7 Ling approaches tentatively

Prof. Conrad: around the desk, please

Prof. Conrad: for your kiss goodnight

Grace7 Ling: good night Sir

Prof. Conrad kisses you gently but firmly as his hands slowly, sneakily slide your panties down

Prof. Conrad: I'm keepign these as a souvenire

Grace7 Ling: ohhh

Prof. Conrad: wear a clean pair tomorrow when you see me

Grace7 Ling: yes Sir

Grace7 Ling quickly dashes out of the room

Prof. Conrad: bye