It was Trafalgar Square that had been London's main focus for protest. Over the last few weeks it had more or less become Iris' home. It wasn't that s...he had much else to do, of course. She had no job to go to. But then who did these days? All the expenditure on her education had been wasted and the government's employment initiatives were fizzling out as the funds to provide something that approximated to worthwhile work was diverted to other more pressing concerns. And nowadays these were to. Anelie held up her hand. The column stopped. Ahead, Felek could see at least two guards where the road entered the town. He turned to look behind him."Ruta," he said, loudly, "do we go across the stream, or do we follow it?" Through the town," Anelie guessed. Felek could only grin. Her pessimistic guesses had been right so far. Some day they would be wrong. Until then..."Through, I think," came Ruta's reply. His grin turned into a frown. Swinging his horse around, he rode back to the first. I wandered lower, past the curve of my hips and inward toward my new womanhood. I was still moist, or moist again. I explored a bit, put two fingers into the opening that led to my womb, pulled out the fingers and smelled of them. Sweet, musky, girl smell, that was what I smelled like inside.I put the fingers back inside me. I lay on my back with my knees almost impossibly far apart for my old body. I rubbed gently, then faster. Then the rhythm caught me and held me, I could not desire to. Pruss' clutching arms."No, I know what you want," the teacher said. "I don't know how I do, but I know what you want."Holding the struggling girl around the waist with one arm, Mr. Pruss grabbed the front of her skirt and pulled it up, tucking the material between his forearm and her body. She screamed even louder, kicking her teacher's shin with the back of her heel. But then she became eerily quiet when her teacher's stubby fingers grabbed her panties where it covered her pubic hair and.