Reynolds is certainly past that.” “How old to you think he is?” “He’s twenty-six.” “And we’re seventeen. We’re illegal t...o him. You do know that, right?” “Of course I do.” “Okay, well… I guess I’ll try and catch Mr. Reynolds at a different time.” “I’ve got a few more minutes until I have to get ready for practice.” “Okay, see you at cheerleading practice. Oh, and if you see Mr. Reynolds, could you let him know I wanted to see him? “Sure thing. Sorry to hear. I put the other finger also in and explored her small, lovely cavern with those two finger. She was flooding me. I enjoyed those floods. And then, my finger found her ‘G’ spot. It stated its circular motion on it and in a few seconds, Lydia was jumping up like a mare. “Oh God! Vic. You are just superb. But I can’t bear it any more. Come to me darling. I want you in me this instant. I cannot hold any longer. Come lover. Come to your mistress.” Reluctantly I got off her, as I wanted a ‘69’ act.. So she did have some femininity after all. Then I offered her a 25% partnership, easy to do as she was bringing in 68% of the business. Apart from the gratitude in those black eyes she pleaded not to tell her husband so she could put the extra money in a separate account. It appeared that it was an arranged marriage, and she had no family here and a husband who liked both young indian female students and letting her know he was fucking them.The next step involved the chapter of the local. Acceptance was not blame. She had been in a place where that was what she needed. She wasn’t there anymore. She walked to her dresser, uncapping two bottles and swallowing a pill from each before putting them down. The pills weren’t failure. They weren’t failure. Diabetics needed insulin and the clinically depressed needed… Zoloft and lithium. She sighed, slowly pulling on her clothes. At least she was feeling a bit more in control these days. There was a light knocking on her bedroom door..