The germ of the idea I had earlier had grown and now it bloomed. "Sammy, when is your class over?" Usually around eight unless we get to talking. Exis...tential philosophy does not obey something so mundane as a clock with a sweep hand." Sammy said with a grin."How about digital?" Chris said in his quiet voice. I ignored him too, though I was surprised at him; Chris was usually not given to sotto voce humor. "Doing anything after?" No plans." I might come by later. I have to run and get mom. See. Jenny met them in the Drawing room. I offered them a glass of French Champagne or a glass of Royal Cassis (champagne with Kir Cassis).We chatted politely and then went into dinner. NCIS were paying for the hire of a chef, with an assistant cook. The maid would serve the meal, but I was going to pour the wine for the guests.First course was Pate de Fois Gras, served with a chilled bottle of Italian Pinot Grigio. The main course was Fillet Mignon with fries, and a Parisenne salad. I went round. When he pulled back, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, releasing his erect cock from its confines. "Lift up your skirt." Shhh," she cautioned. Funny how it hadn't bothered her when he was talking about the deal, as though nobody would find it odd for them to meet here to discuss it with the door closed. But he wasn't worried. The supply closet was next to the restrooms on one side, the electrical closet on the other. And it was about the only place in the building with a door, except. As soon as we had him on his feet again he went back for another cup. We headed for our huts after that and I was asleep almost at once.The next morning we were out for breakfast even earlier, or at least we were out so my mates could help make it. Many of the women had been as drunk as the men the night before and just weren't able. Of course this was slightly ameliorated by the fact that most of last night's drunkards didn't want anything to do with breakfast.Denac and Jekaycey were out.