“What do you mean you weren’t expecting to hear from me? I told you I’d call this week.”“I wasn’t really holding you to that,” I said ca...refully as I didn’t want to start a fight. “You were a little busy when you told me that, and I figured there was a pretty good chance it had slipped your mind.”“It kind of did,” she admitted. “Sorry.”“No need to apologize,” I said, sincerely.I returned to the car with the cordless, taking a load of the new cleaning supplies into the house while we talked.“I. ”“Ms. Lewis...”, Will began, “You want to go to prison?”“Yes. I-I need to go, Will”, said proudly, trying to make herself as mature as possible in front of the students.“Well then heres the plan. You go to the boy’s locker room tomorrow at four. Once you get there, there’s a whole drilled in the corner of the showers that you’ll position yourself at. During this time, Will or Pierce, it doesn’t matter, will freak out and run from the showers, pointing and yelling at the peephole. The coach will. The bastard knows, she thought to herself with a laugh. "I think you know the answer to that," she replied, slipping into the robe.As she tied the belt around her slim waist, she finally noticed the amount of bills stuffed into the g-string she wore. There were so many of them! And many not just singles!"I told you, didn't I?" the man grinned that same damned grin of his. "They absolutely loved you." Yeah, they did," she replied thoughtfully. The implications of the whole transformation. She didn't know what type it would be; but she knew it would have to be disabled. The corridor was hot and she was slightly light-headed and dizzy; her still wet body dripped with perspiration; her long blond hair was tied up on top of her head. Sweat rolled from her chest and into the swimsuit top and along and around her large, round breasts. She held a pistol in her right hand. As she moved slowly forward, her hips, barely covered by the bottom half of her bikini, moved smoothly from side to.