..........Two days later I found myself in the rather impressive Oak panelledConference Room. Surrounding the table were the Dean of the school hisass...istant and Secretary as well as Melinda's mother and father. I sat onthe other side my Trade Union rep by my side as discussion began to winddown."So you see Christopher the school really does not need the publicity andI'm sure that you would prefer this not to reach the public domaineither," the Dean closed as he looked on my direction."Sir I. Nice.” I said, mocking her a bit but meaning it. Her skin was warm and very smooth over strong, firm muscles.Lucy just let out a contented sigh.Christine came back into the room and stopped, her eyes on Lucy’s ass and my hand resting there.“I see how you are! I leave for just a second and you have some half naked tart laying on you.” She grumbled, crossing her arms.I just grinned at her and rolled my eyes. The rest of me was a bit occupied. “Hey Chris? There is one seat open.” I teased,. I was reading in bed when he walked through the door."Bro, want to fuck around? I'm feeling lit right now!" he growled in his husky boy-man voice. The ROTC men were always so funny to me. They were everything resembling a rugged Brawny man, but so boyish and sophomoric, barely mature beyond a high-schooler. "I don't know man, I'm a bit tired." Fuck, whatever, I know you want it." He laughed at this and whipped out his dick, semi-hard, and began to flail it near my face."It's really a nice penis. Thats queer... she should be here. Where the devil is she?" He walked from room to room thru out the small cottage. But she was nowhere to be seen.He went out to the back garden, maybe she was there enjoying the nice weather on this late afternoon. He called out for her but there was no answer. "That's odd." he said. Then it popped into his head. "That blasted bike!"He walked quickly to the shed now. And rage filled his face when he saw the broken lock on the handle doors. He swung open wide.