“You should walk with us,” one said. “It’s safer.”“It’s okay,” I answered. “It’s a big parking lot.”And they shuffled off while ...I watched them.Then, like usual once a week, I went to the next room. I liked looking at the sign on the door that read “PRINCIPAL” in gold letters. It was like I was the naughty student. I took a deep breath and knocked. He opened the door, standing there in his fine suits and his perfect ties. Such a shallow idiot, I thought with a smile.“You were such a bitch. I am sitting at my desk staring at my computer. I hear my door open. I don't bother to look back to see who it is. I know it's him. He closes the door and turns the lock."Chris, we don't have time for this, your wife is coming for lunch in 20 minutes." Baby, there is always time to fuck you," he says in a low voice.I feel him behind me. He reaches around me and slides his hands down my blouse and finds my nipples. He pinches them hard, and I gasp in pleasure as he bites and kisses the back of. " It's OK, Sara. He's going to screw whoever he feels like. It doesn't do any good to worry about it. You don't have any diseases, do you?" I... I..." That's good. Don't forget, I get him all to myself next Wednesday." Jill, I really don't want Jack." I know that, Sara. That's why you've still got your eyes. And why he's still got his balls."I took Jill in my arms and kissed her."I turned down a blow job this afternoon, too." Really. From Sara?" No. A friend of Mary's"Jill looked puzzled and. His back too was just another mass of inky blackness drowning in a sea of it, a million miles away despite nearly brushing the tip of my nose. In the hallway it was brighter, daylight leaking out from under the passing bedroom doors. The hardwood gave way to checkered carpet, black & white squares lined up in perplexing patterns beneath my feet and it was while crossing that it seemed to me the harder I looked the more the patterns seemed to….shift , almost imperceptibly out of the corner my.