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chapter 11

Joan’s pov

"Joan, why aren’t you listening?" Miss Parker banged on her desk, which successfully pulled me out of delima. It was philosophy class, one of the most boring, but one day my thoughts weren’t ranging above my thighs.

I wiggled my waist slowly on the chair; everything around me seemed like a viable material for pleasure; all my thoughts were of pleasure; it was like I was placed in a fire that slowly burned me as the day passed by.

No matter how hard I tried to turn my attention to something on the board, I seemed to think otherwise. I patiently waited for lunch time; maybe I could free myself from the bondage Fredrick placed me in. What was he thinking about placing me under such pressure?

I passed a glance at him; he was ticking his pen, damn it.

“Joan, stand up and repeat what I have just said, '' Miss Park said. I stood in hopes that I might utter something related to what she had been saying for over an hour, but my brain went entirely dumb.

“Ma, I am sorry; I wasn’t
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