Her enjoyment of the drink, however, was being offset by her difficulty in understanding the novel her English professor had assigned for the first ex...am, then only a week away.Closing the book, having read the preceding chapter for the third time, Ellie still couldn’t understand how the characters in the novel related to the questions the professor had brought up in class. Several times during her last reading, she had stopped and referenced her class notes, but found they didn’t make it any. She took him into the front room, which was lined with cabinets. He lay his overnight bag down, as instructed, and began to undress. She watched him slowly strip.Seeing someone naked for the first time was always a treat for her.When he'd finished, he'd stood before her naked and glorious. He had a nice physique, not overly muscled, but which showed care and exercise. He had light chest hair leading down to a flat stomach. His cock was soft at the moment, but looked like it had potential. He'd. " What are you having?" A Gin and Tonic. Nice and cool." Will you make one for me? I have to go and change." OK."She looked very sexy when she returned. Stay up stockings, high heels and a thin, see through negligee. She took her glass from the table and sat down on a chair, with her legs sufficiently spread for me to enjoy the sight of her trimmed pussy."Cheers, dear." She took a swig of her drink. "You're right, this is lovely on a warm day." So are you." Flatterer. You make this old wife. Seventy-seven pages all because of one lie. Seventy-seven pages that contain hole-y information. Seventy-seven pages that I, as well as many others, would love to burn if it would help. Seventy-seven pages that have helped to put an innocent man in jail. Every two weeks I walk down a frightening hallway. It’s cold, sterile. The walls and floors are icy white, broken only by a few pale blue tiles and safety-orange collapsible rubber doorstops. It could easily be in a horror movie. Or a nightmare.