<em>There was something about Roger Corey. Viscious he was yes but of all the teachers here in this place I really think I like him most. Perhaps it is because of the 'intimate' relationship my ass has with him. Or maybe it's because we are from the same country, which is a big deal in this little slab of lawlessness. When he gives an order I'm always a little more willing to get going on. His gun shots are a brutal and not very subtle way to wake up two innocent girls and miss Tits but at least it has effect. Even Tiffany seems startled. </em><br/><br/><strong>"Rise and shine, slags! You have seven minutes! I want you all spruced up like the cherry on a dog's dinner!" </strong><br/><br/>Seven minutes? Somebody was in a generous mood, since we didn't get to wear much clothes. I almost forgot how it felt to wear a proper pair of jeans with my worn down Nike's. But this is not the time of old memories. Claudia seems to look shaken up pretty well and for her sake I hope Tiffany is going easy on her in this seven minutes.<br/><br/>I didn't have much sleep and my back aches from the awkward positions Tiffany had me in this night but I can comfort me with the thought that Tiffany, although having had a lot more pleasure than me, didn't sleep much either. Roger's firm slaps do the trick and I quickly get off the bed.<br/><br/>"Mistress Tiffany, can I wash up myself before we have breakfast?" I have to ask it but not with pleasure. After her approval I get up to the sink and splash some cold water into my face.<br/><br/>Six minutes after Roger left the dorm, Tiffany walks me and Claudia to breakfast.