“Mrs King is such a good teacher.” “Karen. Please,” laughed Keith’s wife with an enthusiasm he’d not seen in her since that orgasm she’...d had which made her yell out loud enough it could probably have been heard on the next street. “And call my husband Keith.” “Indeed,” the sports teacher said, proffering a firm handshake. Shit! How long was this girl going to stay? And what was this about calling her student ‘Fee’? “But I must get back to the gym. Stay in shape, you know. Can’t let myself get. Nobody was in the alley. I quickly rolled the cart down the ramp and to the back of the van where I unlocked it and heaved the whole thing into the back to save time. I returned to the bank where I tossed the keys (minus the front door key that I'd seen him use) where I promised, left the building, pennied the bank's back door shut, stripped off the nylon disguise and left. I left the phone jammer in place to stretch my get-away time window. It would keep any cell phones unusable for a bit yet. Jennifer smoothed her hands ostentatiously down the front of the dress, pulling a face as she encountered the bumps and lumps of her shorts beneath the dress. Then, as if to get a proper feel for the fit of the dress over her curvy frame, she reached down at the front and under the skirt of the dress to undo, and then slip out of her shorts. She was now completely naked beneath the thin material of the dress, but the men had no idea that this was the case, until she stood back up, the zip still. Apparently Carol pointed to my stall. "Jeffrey?" "I'm here." I said meekly. "Jeffrey, I'm so sorry. Everything just went wrong." "It's not your fault, you tried to get me out of it." I pulled up my panties and pantyhose, straightening my skirt, I was finished. Connie was waiting. "You did fine this afternoon, just be brave, we'll get through it." "Sure." I answered, feeling very sacred. The other ladies dallied, listening to us. "The limo's here. Fix yourself up. Here, I brought you your.