"Let's head out," I said, glancing at my watch and offering you my right arm. You smiled a mischievous grin, taking my arm. We got into the car, and... started the engine. You flipped down your seat's sun visor, opening up the little mirror to check on your makeup. From my view, I could see most of your thigh, and I strained to see that little glimpse of white lace I wanted. Without warning, I flipped on the vibrator to low. "Ah..!" escaped your little mouth, surprised at my sudden attack. . "Very good, if you know what I mean," she said, "good enough for him to arrange a Fuckparty for me." What the hell is a Fuckparty?" I asked sitting up and looking down my best friend's naked body."You know, him and a couple of his mates and me having fun," she said quietly."You mean a gangbang?" I said."Well not quite," she said softly as if the word freighted her, "but I suppose similar." So why am I going to meet him then?" I said, "does he want to arrange another one but this time with me.". Your future is at stake.””I'll try, Mrs. Williams,” he sighed, ”I promise.””That's all I can ask,” I said with a sympathetic smile, ”Now, go on to Study Hall.””Uh, I'm going to need that excuse.””Oh yeah,” I shook my head and dropped my palms on the desktop, ”Of course, I don't know where my brain is.”I opened my pencil drawer to get the excuse pad. Nothing in there. I searched the two side drawers, nothing. ”Now where did I put those?” I asked out loud. There was a stack of clear plastic. That turned out to be a domestic thing and not the random sex offender that the family had pushed as their greatest fear. All in all, it was a disappointing case because I kind of liked the Goth mother who seemed so normal that I just assumed she was telling the truth. Sometimes I can be real sharp about things but when my gonads start sending me conflicting data I tend to go with my cock and not my brain.Three Finger used his left hand for drinking the coffee because the two fingers left on.