‘Was Uncle Jonas the bringer of good news?’ I asked. Jerome had changed so much in a couple of hours. ‘Yes. But my family won’t like it.’ �...�They won’t? But you will?’ ‘Yes, and yes. He owns several cotton mills and needs a manager — me. Not to run the mills. He has experts for that. But to look after his interests and manage his finances.’ ‘Why you, Jerome?’ ‘He had been following my work at university. Apparently he knows some of the dons and they had been pleased with me, particularly with my. I then took the biggest hit that I could of the weed, and rolled down the window. As the officer walked up the side of the car, I blew out the smoke right in the path he was walking.He yanked open the door, and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the car. He said, "You're one dumb kid." Yes sir, officer. I've been told that in the past, but I'm still young." Do you have your ID on you?" I'm not old enough to have a driver's license, but I do have my diplomatic immunity card that the White House. I was stunned into silence. Margret just glared at me and said we would talk when I got home, and walked out. Finally, I looked at the Principal."You are not in trouble, Cas. At least not at the school. I know you did not instigate the fight, and I know you probably tried to avoid it. I understand you are helping with something with the JV football team, please go out and join them."I walked numbly out of the office, only barely aware that Vicki and Zoe were holding my hands. When I got out of. Crying out and bucking her hips maniacally, she drove Hugh to the peak, so that he spewed massively into her pulsing cunt. Alexandra’s and Hugh’s movements displaced his tongue from the depths of Margaret’s pussy and brought her clit to Hugh’s lips. Holding her ass as if for dear life, Hugh licked and sucked her clit to a shrieking orgasm.Momentarily sated, the two women collapsed onto the bed on opposite sides of Hugh. Reaching across the bed, Alexandra snagged the champagne and flutes. Seeing.