That was a load of my shoulders to say the least. It also mentioned that the driver, who was also the coach, was pretty banged up and was in the hospi...tal for a couple of weeks. She was ok now thank goodness. Fish Girl, or Cindy Archer as the picture stated, only had to stay overnight for observation and was released. The rest of the girls were also all ok according to the article thanks to the hero who got them out before they all drowned. That was all good news.What wasn't good news is that. Usually my parents would never have allowed this but no one was home on this night and we didn't expect anyone anytime soon either. So we figured it wouldn't be a problem. So I think it was around six when my doorbell rang. I go to answer the door wearing just regular house clothes, you know, short jean shorts, and a tight spaghetti top. I answer the door and to my surprise, Adam and Zully were dressed like they were actually going to the movies... and making out at my doorstep of course. Those. Instead, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the popsicle she presented to me so willingly. As I forced it deeper and deeper into my mouth, I stared into her eyes with lust-filled intent. Fortunately, my sensual gaze was soon returned with, believe it or not, even more lust. By the time my lips left the cold cylinder, we were gazing into each others eyes with such lustful intent that I began to wonder if the heat was in fact caused by the sun or the arousal emanating from a bodies.. "Not very smart," he muttered."Ah, the first coherent thing you have said since you walked in today. Yes, not very smart. And so now, Mr. Consco, do you think we need to continue?"Frank sighed. "No." Very good. This concludes your interview. Get out."Frank rose slowly to his feet. Despite the buzz in his head, his perceptions had sharpened from the realization of what had happened, and he walked to the door with a steadier gait."Oh, and Mr. Consco?"Frank turned. "Yes?"Mr. Hamilton fixed him.