Yeah, well, so I hadn't had any visitors before, that's true, but my neighbors could just assume I finally got lucky. And of course they were right.So... Karen and I would meet two or three times a week and spend a terribly short three-quarters-of-an-hour making love. It was desperately frustrating not to have more time together, but not as frustrating as those times when we were together but had to pretend that nothing had changed between us. Like the times I came over for supper with Karen and. A strange sound. My head snapped up. Standing in the doorway was the store manager, Ms Webster. Not Miss Webster or Mrs Webster…it was Ms Webster a hard edged, no nonsense businesswoman. She was about the same age as my mother, but there was nothing warm or motherly about her. Her clothes were always sharp, her makeup and hair perfect. She was the first female store manager for the company and she didn’t get the job by being “nice.” She may have been. Just keep your eye on them for when they graduate.”“I heard you’re coming to talk to the class next month.”“Yes. I met with Doctor Driesson a couple of times at the beginning of August to go over Scott’s course outline and the notes. He asked me to do the same thing that I did for Scott. What about the rest of your classes?”“Just the usual stuff. I’ll be happy next year when I can do my internship. I miss working. But I’m glad I took the time off to be with Amber and focus on school.”“We’ll be. I told Mark of my "party plans" and he was receptive of the idea right away. In fact I had a suspicion that he'd had designs on Gina anyway. He came up with a few suggestions of his own. He preferred to go ahead and arterially embalm his "lovers" first; he would leave off the orifice plugs until after the "party" was over. Mark would also give her mouth, pussy and asshole a good cleansing and make her up to look and smell nice. After he was done telling me all these things I knew for certain.