"Anne sighed, chewing her dry toast. "Who is he?" Thomas Vanmeter. I think you've met. He certainly thinks highly of you. He and his parents were at t...he wedding, very old family, slave trade mostly. Not sure now, but prosperous."Anne shook her head, tumbling her long and unruly curls. "Never heard of him." He has asked your father to pay you court." Who, this Vanmeter person, he wants to marry me?" Her voice broke, squeaked in her throat, and she gritted her teeth, embarrassed.The woman smiled. She wore an expression of panic and desperation as her fingers probed and poked desperately into the soft little depression where her love bud had once been. I turned beseechingly to Dr James but she just smiled and shook her head as she directed us to Miss Lanes office. Nervously we followed her into the headmistresses study and stood with heads bowed wondering what was afoot.Miss Lane was seated behind her desk as Dr James settled her bum upon it. It was a casual action that made we wonder. Due to the nature of young boys' libido the program is only available to females. On top of that you must pass a “Passion Test” before being accepted which means only very attractive and talented young girls get into the program. As of this moment there are only twelve girls in the program to 'attend' more than 500 students and faculty.You can't lie, you have taken advantage of the Attendants before. It's hard to resist as a young man knowing a beautiful girl must have sex with you whenever you. Ken pulled on to the highway. "Val, I've wanted to talk to you about our disagreement. I understand were you're coming from. I've worked hard to get us were we are, so we can enjoy our time together. But what I hadn't considered is that I have to change how I spend my time as well. I will try to spend more time at home. I'll have to move some things around at work but I don't see a problem. Will that work for you?" He smiled at me and my heart just fluttered away.So that is what he was.