I tried calming her down, but whenever I said anything she just slapped me, or if I tried to stop her from drinking more from her loaded thermos, she ...pushed me. She said, “I’m going to F*** that professor again. By the way, his cock, is like, way bigger than yours.”I didn’t care to chase her down, I just stood in my doorway watching her drunk ass stagger down the hallway. I never cared about Anne, but this just pushed me over the edge with girls. I’ve been contemplating following through one of. The location was near to where both of us were as that was the the meaning of her introduction in the first place as she did not want to wait for others to travel long distances all the time, so we both arrandged to meet at thiers this afternoon at 1400 hours and to bring along some clothes to excite her, and as she was making all the moves she explaned that she would be dressed in a pvc basque and black stockings with thigh high mistress boots with a 5" heel and she would open the front door. Stupid, stupid.And now, there I was, walking all alone toward my doom. I was never going to graduate from high school, not now. As I reached the door, I put my hand on the doorknob, trying to get rid of the sense of dread filling me up. You can do this, I told myself. You're brave. And I opened the door. The moment I stepped inside, I smelled the inviting fragrance of lavender, and saw the brightly colored walls of the office. It was everything I'd expect the Pit (our name for the principal's. He paused and smiled, happy that they were enjoying themselves.After shaving and splashing a little after-shave on, he went back to his recliner. The girls had retrieved the magnum of champagne from the bar and had it between them. He took a quick check of the bottle and saw that they had probably had another glass while he was shaving and they had another full glass in front of them now. He started to say something and then figured that he would just let them alone and shoo them off to bed.