The dancers werebeing paid to be here, but the Chorus members were all volunteers - andthey were high school students. I knew that Mr. Benson had talk...ed aboutmaking their participation in the concert preparations as part of theirgrade, and I hoped that wasn't the case. I wanted them here because theyWANTED to be here, not because it was required of them to be here.I motioned for the woman who was sitting off to the side to join us, andshe stood up and came over."I'd like you all to meet Kate. Hide yourself well today and maybe I’ll see you at dusk.”I stood up and took the back door key from my pocket, unlocked the door and held it open. She put on the coat and picked up the bag. She walked through the door before turning back to me.“Thank you Miss. I will think about your offer, I really will, I promise.”With that she turned away, walked down the garden, flung the bag over the fence and then climbed over. Would I ever see her again? Who knows? At least she was now warm and. Athul fucked her again, the next week, but this time my mom went looking for him. When my mom reached his house, Athul was sitting naked in the veranda of his house, smoking a cigarette. A very beautiful lass, visibly tired, was on her knees and blowing his hard cock.“Hello, Priya Aunty. I was just thinking about coming over to meet you.” Athul said with a grin on his face, looking at my mom’s fully covered body. He very well remembered how ruthlessly he had ripped apart each of her clothes,. . behind thatwindow....A mischievous grin spread over his face. He steppedover the mark.Wednesday released her cord.Swish!The huge blade swung past Pugsley, just brushing theseat of his pants as he hurried forward at a paceslightly faster than normal. He turned and watchedthe razor-sharp battle-ax swing back and forth onthe end of a slender cable over the walkway until itstopped.He glanced up at the window; Wednesday had disappeared.He felt a cool breeze, and felt the back of his pants.The ax.