"Rhonda's office. Eleven thirty. I've got the key." I know you do," Laura said drily, aloud."Don't be a bitch," Yvette whispered. "I'm as horny as a t...oad." Thank god you're better looking," Laura teased."See you there?" Yvette's whisper was plaintive."Of course. I'm already wet, just thinking about it." Me too."They hung up. Laura wasn't lying, either. Even after last night, it only took the sound of Yvette's voice, even her whisper, to make Laura's pussy begin to pulsate and flow.She waited. She stepped in very close and kissed me. Lightly at first then a bit more insistently. I was surprised, but accepted her advance. My hands fell to her waist and I stroked her side as we kissed. Her slim waist gave way to the widening of her hips, and my hands explored every inch. I reached further to feel the soft material of her skirt over her perfect ass. It didn't take long before my cock was stiffening uncomfortably in my pants. She rocked her hips against mine and all my doubts about where. I hoped I would be anyway. I was glad I had stocked up when I had first arrived. I bade them farewell, grabbed my coat and the proper ID, and teleported to one of the places I had NTZ'd, in New York City.I caught a cab to the address I had been given, and looked it over. A strange thing happened, though. Almost as soon as I got out of the cab, a guy in a messenger's uniform came up to me, and asked if I was Tom Wilshire. I replied, cautiously, that I was. He handed me an envelope. I gave him a. Lacy then asks John if he has a date for the prom. ‘No I don’t have a date for prom.’ John says. ‘You see I’m not very popular, every time I’ve asked a girl out they always tell me ‘drop dead loser’ or ‘why would I go with a loser like you.’ Lacy then asked John if he would like to go to the prom with her since they were both without dates at that point in time. He agreed and John excitedly counted off the days until prom. In the days prior to prom John and Lacy chatted on the phone and in the.