I know that you have turned in every assignment on time and the work as excellent. But with the end of the term approaching I have to warn you that yo...u have only a C-minus in this class. Attendance I'm afraid, is unavoidably twenty five percent of the grade."Thompson looked closely at the pretty student standing before him. He was nervous but he'd heard stories about how Fred Bishop operated so it was worth a try. He knew she planned to go to a snooty private school next year and he knew also. As I pulled up another of those monstrosities and sat down beside her, she tried to get started.“Johnny, I...”I raised a finger at her, signalling her to wait. Then I drew out a cigar, clipped it and lit it. When it was glowing nicely, I turned to her.“You’ve been fucking around on me for the past three weeks, maybe more. Probably more. You thought you were hiding it, but you weren’t. It was your stories that gave you away.”She looked incredulous. “What do you mean, my stories? What are you. I have the car packed with dirty laundry, ready to make the long drive across the state, except that I need to stop some place to get my aunt, uncle, and the cousins something.It's very annoying.Sigh.Anyway. Once again, I found myself getting snowed upon in a parking lot in front of an empty dorm without those last few gifts. I, also, lacked a clue where to look for something to give someone who already had enough University sweatshirts. Just before turning over the ignition, I remembered the. Her other hand had reached around and grabbed my bum, nails digging in sharply. She dragged her nails hard across my bum a few times, I gasped, and her tongue flicked about rhythmically like a moth under my knob. God almighty, it was overwhelming, the best feeling I had ever felt. I was insane with ecstasy and I braced myself against the tiles. I tried to hold myself back but deep inside my body I could feel tiny barriers giving way, an unravelling chain, slipping down an ever increasing slope.