It had to be done. The thing about being strong was doing things you found distasteful. This was definitely one of those things. I gulped down the slu...dge, my throat working. It was thick and bitter. I tried not to think about it. I could feel it settling into my stomach, this weight. My brow furrowed as my gut gurgled in protest.I pulled on my robe and rolled my hips. It was time to leave here. I hoped the rebels would achieve their goal. I would love to stay, but I couldn’t be tied down in one. “You boys have been very selfish. It’s time for you to return the favour.” I reached up and pressed down on the tops of their heads.I am not sure I entirely expected what happened next to go down without protest, but with Mr Adams in front of me, nose brushing my pubis, Dr McPhail was at the back, his face inches from my bum. I really thought he would pull back, turn me around, stand up and kiss my mouth instead, or something. But no, both of them attacked with gusto, mouths slavering at my. Megan told him about her job and told Rick she wasn’t going toquit working because she wanted more freedom and independence.Megan didn’t have to work because when her Grand parents died,they had left her a big chunk of money which enabled them to buytheir new house here in Tampa.Rick thought he had it made when he met that little blonde namedSue at his new job and soon began an affair with her that hestill couldn’t break away from. Sue would always come over withthe same story about how she. I was still supple. I was still attractive. I could still hold my own in a bikini with the younger crowd. Although their bodies screamed virgin – hard body territory, mine whispered same shape only softer. Amazingly, I felt sexy, but that is not the word I would have given it. I just reveled in the beauty of my lines and curves, and sex really had no part in it, but then again, it never did. The day was glorious, cool temps and low humidity, a perfect September day. I had chosen to wear shorts.