Jon was waiting for me and he gave me a schoolgirl’s uniform (complete with bra and horrible schoolgirl knickers) to put on, and then a pack of ciga...rettes to put down my blouse. He then told me that we were going to give a show similar to the one that we’d put on in the Canaries a few years ago.Jon put on one of those teachers’ flat hat things and a gown, and we went out. On the stage Jon pretended to be the teacher who had stopped a girl who he suspected had some cigarettes. He asked me for. She walks over to my stall.‘Erm.. yes.’ I manage to squeak that much out. I am breathing hard and there is no point in lying. ‘It’s me, Judy, Cara. I am just finishing myself up.’ Wow that rum and coke really worked it’s charm. I wouldn’t be saying this to anyone else otherwise. My pussy is pulsating and calls for my fingers, they are debating whether to open the stall door. It is a stall for invalids so it can fit a wheelchair, let alone two girls.‘Oh, my god, Judy… I never would have. The Code of Conflict was written two centuries ago to make conflict more civilized in the wake of the Bion Genocide. It seemed to only make war more attractive for both the major and minor powers. Even after two centuries since the war with the aliens, the human population was nowhere near where it had been before the Bion's biological weapon killed everyone with a Y chromosome and the nature of the solution had eventually made those with two Xs die out. Now everyone was something in between,. "I just have a lot on my mind." Pip-squeak?" The beautiful raven haired girl stood tall, as tall as her four foot eight build would allow. "I should be angry at that, but I know the score. You're just jealous that I'm every guy's walking wet dream! Who would look at a big titty redhead if there's a seventeen year old China doll around, who could pass herself off as a delicious little loli ten year old?" Holy shit Lisa, you're a damn pervert!" Abby gasped, grateful that her heavy coat hid the.