I didn't want him to stop, it was amazing and euphoric, and....just then the prof called the end of the lecture. But, Steve kept his hand under my dre...ss, telling me he wasn't quite finished with me. He pretended to be organizing notes, I did the same, the whole time, his finger worked in and out of my wet slit very slowly, keeping me just on the edge. I looked up and everyone had left the room. Steve pulled his soaking finger out of me and sucked my juices off of himself. He stood up and. "Are you okay here, Jenny Warner, or do you want to get a coffee?" Well, I suppose it might be better if we sat down."They made their way in silence across the campus to the student union building. Once there they bought their own drinks and found seats. Brian seemed reluctant to speak, so Jenny said:"That scar obviously has something to do with this." He nodded."I knew as soon as I saw that look on your face that you recognised me—I've seen it before on others; but you have to believe me when. ”Without waiting for her to recognize him, he began speaking.“First, I’m grateful for your arranging my sampling of your zombies’ blood. It’s confirmed much of what I suspected but never had sufficient quantities to document. I’d previously identified the cause of the zombie plague. It’s composed of new growths in tissue cells which allow the body to survive with compromised blood flow.”“It also resists infection and gangrene,” Leza added, indicating this didn’t come as a complete surprise.“Yet. So, here I am. After a year I'm a certified teacher. It's shocking really how easily someone as irresponsible as me could end up with this much power. Yet as I stood before this group of 18 year olds I didn't feel quite so powerful. I could barely speak. My first real lesson. I don't really think i need to tell you how it went. They treated me just like I'd treated my old teachers. Like a worthless know-it-all. The teacher training went out the window. After a few minutes I was promising to.