You should vote tonight after ten, when you will be in your ownrooms. The vote will close at midnight and I will notify you beforebreakfast tomorrow. ...Any questions? No? Then I wish you all a pleasantevening."I wondered why Rachel came. She didn't seem to do much other than standand observe. Very strange. Perhaps she was there to answer questions, ifit seemed they needed to be answered by someone other than theheadmaster.Everyone had an early night and were up early the next morning, eager toget. He could feel her relaxing, some girls would have passed out. One did with him when she was a schoolgirl of 16. But not Lizzie. She was a real pro, and she smiled down at him, with his fingers still dripping in her juices and he sucked them. She smiled even more."Now are you ready to be fucked again with something else?" he asked. Without saying anything she moved in the darkness to the back of the estate car. He had a cushion there for her. She lay down, and soon he was fingering her once. "Helen, I'd like to meet with you in my office. Alone."***Terrence was still shaking when he returned to his small, clutteredoffice in the bowels of the legal department. He had declined offers tomove into the larger offices of his departed colleagues, not wantingthe pressure that would come with them and knowing that such a movewould only have been temporary.It was all academic now, of course. He was toast. Charles Bigelow wasprobably reviewing his personnel file with Helen right now, scheming. Then you remember where you are and who is in your house, your k**s. You remember that they are asleep in their beds and you are standing on your front porch where any neighbors who are up late could see you kissing this stranger. You bring me inside and close the door. You say, "My k**s are asleep and I don't wnat to wake them. Let's go somewhere a little more private." With that, you lead me quietly into your bedroom, where you close the door behind us.After you turn around form closing the.