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know.
    “Sandra, look
at me.”
    I slowly did.
    He was smiling
kindly again. “I don't want you to be afraid of me. I know that you
are a good girl. Please don't try to hide your face from me. I want
you to look at me when I am teaching. It gives me the feeling like
you are paying attention. Okay?”
    I nodded again
and he beamed back at me. “Off you go to your next class.”
    I went out and he
got ready for his next class. I glanced over my shoulder at him
before I rounded the corner. He was still smiling at me. The next
class was walking in and taking their places.
    Why was he like
that with me but not with the others?
    Everyone asked me
what he had wanted. I shook my head no again. That made them
even more curious.
    In English I made
a point of looking at him every now and then but I could only do it
for about a second or two then I had to look away again.
    He didn't make me
stay after so I figured that we were okay now.

    Herr Glossner's
nightly visits went on without incidence. He even praised me for not
interfering before he left each night. All I could think about was
how exposed and helpless Hannah looked each night.
    I had looked the
same way except that he hadn't bared my bottom.
    Why was he
treating me differently?

Chapter 3

    On Saturday
morning we were all packed and ready to go on our trip. Our iPods
were charged and we had bought snacks in the village so we had
something to munch on in the bus. We all had our uniforms on and a
light carry-on bag and a purse with us. The atmosphere was really
light and happy.
    Hannah had had
her last spanking last night and she was back to her old self again.
    Our French
teacher, Frau Meier, was going to go along with us as well as a
Chemistry teacher, Herr Schweitzer. I didn't have him as a teacher
but the other girls didn't care for him but that could be due to the
subject he taught. It wasn't really anyone's favorite.
    Everyone was
really surprised when Herr Glossner showed up with a suitcase. He
loaded it in the bus and took a clipboard. He seemed to be taking
charge. “Okay ladies, load in your bags and get settled. I'll check
you off as you get in. Frau Meier has unfortunately taken ill so I
will be accompanying you in her place.”
    We exchanged
disappointed looks and lined up to get into the bus. He checked off
names and then got in last and took a seat with Herr Schweitzer. They
talked like old friends and laughed a lot. They were pretty much
ignoring us, which we took advantage of. We talked and joked around
and got quite loud.
    We stopped to eat
and everyone was in a good mood again, talking about our upcoming
lives and how important we would all become. Our teachers were
leaving us alone. It made me feel like we were being treated like
young adults.
    Herr Glossner was
ready with his check off list again. When everyone was in again we
drove off. Our legs were quickly getting fussy because we weren't
moving around enough. The complaining started in. We had been in the
bus since this morning at seven and it was now three in the
afternoon. Herr Glossner got up and listened to the complaining. He
smiled nicely at us and talked about all the exercise that we would
be getting in Romania. He teased us that we would be complaining
about getting too much exercise really soon.
    Herr Glossner
looked at me as he said that. I hadn't complained at all.
    That wasn't
really fair.

    We took another
break and then he told us that we should all walk about as much as
possible because the driver wanted us to drive through from here. It
would be around midnight when we got to our youth hostel. We were to
exit the bus as quietly as possible not to disturb the others who
would already be sleeping. They had been kind enough to make an
exception for us and we needed to prove that we were thankful. We
should feel free to nap on the bus, he told us.
    We got ourselves
our supper. This time it was a small restaurant where the school had
paid for our suppers in advance. We all got the same