two fingers hooking the straps of her student sandals. She did not check the room for overlooked items or pause to dress. Goose flesh appeared on her arms. His eyes followed her to the door. She paused at the threshold, glanced back once, a fleeting motion, and was gone. A fine gem, hard-won and well-cherished for a brief season. He had taken her virginity, nurtured her in his ways, taught her a few things about life and a number of things about sex, and left his marks on her. In his vanity, he might assert that she had developed, as some girls did, a little genuine affection for her master.
Student sandals! She’s sixteen and we are still talking about her naked body.
