” So the next Saturday Miss D arrived at Jane and John’s condo. She walked in with her bag. “Hullo,” Miss D said assertively. John blushed, li...cked his lips, and said far less confidently, “Hullo erm, well what shall we call you?” Miss D replied sternly, “Miss D, and make sure you show me respect John or else you will pay the price.” “Oh yes Miss D, quite so.” John was so aroused by the way Miss d put him in his place. He could feel his penis stiffen and push his trousers out, a bulge not missed. Where's yourlittle friends Smith and what's-her-name?" the boy asked."They cut her loose, some falling out over doctrine, or hair colour, orshoes, or some such." A small brunette girl with red glowing eyes gave awicked laugh.A group of four other girls, seemingly slightly separate from the othergroup of MORFS survivors, joined in the laughter. Though they soundedgenuine, to my empathic senses, they seemed to be faking and were alittle afraid of the small red eyed brown haired girl. There. The girl was very pretty. They served us black tea which was really good. After a while, some more tourists arrived. Many of them were foreigners. We were given some breakfast and then we all took our seats in the traveler.After three hours we reached a river bank. From there it was one-hour boat ride to the eco-village. Ecovillage is a small village which has been modified to host the tourists. All the accommodations were made there. It has cottages made up of mud and husk, most of them are. Donate the engines and never worry about the IRS for the rest of your life.”You bet!The first day of classes was full of high school antics. For the first week or so of classes, backpacks for book were an open invitation to boob bumps and nipple twisters. Unlike high school, complaints to the administration not only worked, students were sent home to Grow Up. You might have been the darling of your old school ... here you were anonymous. There is a big difference between second year students.