Finally, slave?s curiositytriumphed over slave?s patience. ?Steph, how manywomen do you think are out there now, and aren?t they drinkin?any beer?? ?I... don?t know, o, I?ll go look.? She went out and came backalmost instantly. ?Oh my gawd, o.The place is packed with college guys. I bet those bitches called every guywithin miles. I?m so sor?? At that moment there was a knock on the door. Steph opened it. ?Steven.? ?Are you two alone in there?? ?Yes... We were just?? Master stepped around Stephanie. I filled up the bucket, put some soap in it and had at it. The floor was slanted toward the middle in each section with a drain. I did one section between two sets of lockers, then emptied out the water and put in fresh. We had three rows of lockers which gave me two areas. Then there was the shower area and some toilet stalls. Coach hadn't said anything but I used a bucket and cleaned out all the toilets with the mop, then used another one for that floor. I ended up using five buckets of soapy. Kelly looked in on me with a tear-streaked face.“Paul, can I sleep in here? I don’t want to be alone.”I opened the door fully, and pulled her in for a hug.“Of course you can. Come on in.”Kelly had on a loose t-shirt that covered her to mid-thigh. She stayed tucked under my arm as we moved to the bed. Jeryl stirred as I lifted the covers and she slipped in. I gave Kelly a little hip nudge to move her to the center of the bed and climbed in after her, trying to be a gentleman, but still catching. When it was over, they picked a fewpumpkins together and then walked to the bench to paint them in the familytradition. It would take a big plastic bag and way more napkins beforeshe?d allow him to lift a brush to the paint, but together they createdsome pumpkin artwork they?d soon donate.Across the pumpkin patch they pulled a wagon with their work, and handingthem over to a group of counselors there with special needs kids. They satinteracting and painting some more, doing a good deed for.