So I'd have five classes, from eight in the morning until two each day, six days a week. Each class would meet for one hour each day. I'd use the last... hour for lunch, and changing classes. After two, we'd have sports, or I could go home.When we finished at the school, I made it out to the field, as they were just finishing their game. They asked me where I'd been. I explained that the Head Master had asked me to take a bunch of tests. When they had the results, I'd failed the literature portion. I had barely finished putting my tools away when Becky's car pulled up in the driveway and the two women in my life skipped up the path carrying a half-dozen bags each.I greeted them at the door, and listened patiently to Lucy's excited description of every article of clothing she'd seen in the entire mall. Becky busied herself in the kitchen, preparing her speciality, Mamma Armstrong's Unauthentic Lasagne which, despite Becky's mother's resolutely non-Italian origins, was wonderful. We chatted. " he muttered and resumed typing.'The detective swallowed as his eyes rested on her wide, womanly hips, theslit at the side of her gown showing just the barest hint of her panties.Her body curved into a thin waist and toned stomach under the red satin,as his eyes fell upon her big, beautiful breasts. The dress's necklinedipped low, exposing her cleavage and her complete lack of a bra. Shenervously adjusted it, and he caught sight of the long, expertly manicurednails decorating her fingertips.'A. Before she knew what had happened he lifted her and turned around, pushing her against the trunk of their tree, her feet still not touching the ground. He looked into her eyes and kissed her again, so soft compared to the rough way he had forced her up against the tree. She laced her arms round his neck and clung to him, returning his kiss while his hand crept down to her thigh and stroked its way over the smooth, creamy skin and under her skirt. She moaned softly when his fingers teasingly.