The bell went all too soon, and the girls trooped past him to go to their last class, handing in their papers and saying good bye as they went. Lynda ...was the last to leave, and she blushed and nodded when Ryan softly mouthed three o'clock to her...*John Ryan had been head-hunted by the PTA of Lindsey Johns High, Private School for Girls. Just two years after he'd finished his masters, and unhappy with the dead-end he seemed to find himself in. He was a genius at Math and a good teacher on top. He made this big show of covering his eyes as I put the shirt on. The material of the clothes clung to my wet body and I could see in the mirror that the shirt was becoming damp from my hair and body and was easily transparent; my nipples visible and poking through the thin material. From the look on Dave’s face I knew I wasn’t the only one who noticed. He gave me a wolfish grin and jumped on his bed. He grabbed the remote to his tv and put on a random movie. I sat on the other side of the bed. "As I said, you can still save your own life. All you need to do is sign your name in your own blood on any sufrace." You mean... It's a demonic pact? I would sell my soul?" he asked nervously."Oh, don't be so dramatic. With all your misbehavings since your last confession years ago, did you really think your soul was due to some boring place with feathered assholes in dressing gowns?" she asked, chuckling at her own joke while another turbulence hit them. Now people were screaming and crying. In the corner of my eye I looked at Suzanne as she sat on the bed lookingat me, a smirk on her lips. I closed my eyes, thinking she would leaveafter that, conversation over. Then I felt her weight shift on the bed,her fingers on my face, brushing the strands of hair away from my eyes,and then her soft lips kissing me on the forehead. I kept my eyes closedto hide my discomfort. She left the bed, the light turned off, and hervoice turned into a quiet whisper."Good night sweetheart." Were the last.