It wasn't the contemptuous glance he remembered from high school. This was just a casual look as if he was just another student."We've got a few minut...es," one of the other girls said—Rosalie, he remembered.By unspoken agreement they drifted down the hall to the Girl's Restroom. Just like he had with the changing room, he followed them in.His heart was pounding, and his palms felt clammy. The changing room and the locker room had been impersonal. But he knew these people, and he had the feeling. Actually she is feeling us up. Mom has us get on our knees and face the wall so that she can put her fingers in our butts at the same time. I know that she puts three fingers in Beth’s ass because I see her cringe every time. I cringe too but I’m pretty sure that I only get two fingers. Then Beth and I have to turn around and kneel facing her. Mom dries off Beth’s breasts with a dry washcloth. This is to make sure that it hurts more when mom pinches and twists Beth’s nipples. Mom will stare at. Secondly, I was pleased to note that induced sexual arousal achieved without vaginal penetration appeared to be as effective for the purposes of the programme as had been the case with the use of penetration for my other students.This second matter was of some interest for me. I had agreed with Harwell Tusker that the girl's virginal status should be preserved as far as possible. (Though I must confess that I doubted if it was a condition that would withstand medical analysis in Estelle's case. “What’s up?” I asked, looking at both Marianna and Mama Alvarez.“This,” Marianna said as she handed me a sheaf of papers.One look told me they were legal papers and I glanced at the cover page. Marianna was being sued for breach of contract by ... Roberto Botelli, her husband. The suit was dated a week earlier and was filed in San Francisco by a city law firm. I scanned the paper and the amount of the suit was five million Euros or an equivalent amount in American dollars to be determined by.