.. Well, Joey, Suzi, and I made it our private room. We can look at it later, okay? I want to open this room up just in case it’s cold in there.”�...��Private room?” she echoed.As I suspected, the room was a chilly fifty or so degrees. Being on the third floor and not used for the most part, the rooms usually didn’t require much heat to keep things from freezing. After showing Jennifer the filing cabinet where the drawings were, I left to go downstairs to turn up the heat. I never understood why the. No one has seen me? I think. I?ll start to drive. Carefully, don?t get nervous! No mistakes. Observe all traffic regs, must not get stopped. A long drive to home. Be careful! I did it! I did it! I got her! I?m ready to cum again. Wait, wait for home. Listen for girl.There?s that abandoned gas station. Stop. Open her purse, wallet. Her name is Sue, she?s twenty-two. Check her. Is she breathing? Yes. She?s OK? I think. Strap the blindfold onto her. It?s special. Completely covers her. Silently, I pull roughly at the neckline of your white top, tearing the thin fabric free of your glistening body. The heat seems to radiate from your skin, the blood pounding in your veins. My strong fingers run up your stomach and chest, cupping your soft breasts and squeezing them tightly, tweaking your slick nipples between thumb and forefinger. Already hard, they ache for the hot embrace of my lips, but my mouth is on yours once more.Reaching behind a nearby pillar, I pull out a thick rope.. I took their test. It was the ACT. Possible composite score was 34. I was in the seventh grade. Got a twenty-eight. That was astounding enough to get me conversations with counselors. I suppose that when that happened, had I had a normal home life, I would've been off on an academic sleigh-ride, but my mom was doing good to get me to school most days.Gramma understood the significance. So do the people at the school here. So does Ed. Now, though, meeting all my new friends in Alabama, I know.