Um..." Bryce flushed, caught off guard." Why don't you read whatever was so important to the class?" she said, firmly shooting down his resistance to ...the idea."If you had the chance..." he started, and flushed again. "Continue." Would you bang Mrs. Caroline?"The class burst into laughter and Caroline tried to recover the situation. "You two will be spending your lunch with me," she doomed them gravely.Third and fourth period crawled by with a tourturing slowness, until finally lunch was called. . damn near archetypal. You aren't what I would think of as an UberAlpha; the boisterous, chest thumping, butt kicking Tarzan kind. You aren't Achilles or Ajax or Gilgamesh. You're more thoughtful and introspective than that type. But you don't consider their kind of behavior or attitude as being beneath or beyond you. To my mind you're more like the Hollywood antihero; soft spoken, calm, self-contained and wound up so tightly inside that when they do finally let go there's blood and bodies. You always feel more confident when you're dressed comfortably. I'd wisely packed some large sized condoms as I had a feeling they'd be needed tonight.I gave the girls half an hour for flirting then set off to the pub. I went straight to the bar and ordered a pint, then pretended to be surprised when I saw Kelly & Lorraine sitting in a booth. Lorraine waved me over and I sat at the end of the table but Lorraine patted the seat between her & Kelly, so I squeezed past Lorraine and sat between. When he crossed the threshold into the living room, he paused. There on her back, on the three-sectional sofa facing the 60" plasma TV, lay Gladys. She was apparently taking an afternoon nap. Her raven hair was a wildly curled crown around her head. Her purple silk short robe was askew, baring one of her caramel-colored breasts with its small coffee-dark nipple. Despite himself, Reilly felt his cock throb in response. He crossed the distance to the sofa quietly as Gladys shifted in her sleep,.