He fought the urge to relieve his bladder continuing to hold her slight, soft body and savour her smell.It was a dressing-gown breakfast, quite a quie...t one."Andrew, my love, will you help me write to my parents?" Of course I will."She smiled warmly. "Oh golly! It's going to have to be typewritten because of my arm." Probably not a bad thing. It'll help the formality but you can also explain it."She smiled again. "My clever, thinking man."Andrew grinned. "At last she realises."Katrina snorted.. The boy rose from the large bed, the Egyptian cotton sheet and fluffy, bright white duvet was almost blinding as the morning sun streamed through the window, reflecting off the covers and bouncing off the walls. He stood, running his fingers through his jet black hair before stretching, his long muscular arms almost touching the ceiling.Miss Driscoll looked in the small mirror atop her dressing table; even now his cock looked far bigger than could reasonably be expected of a 15 year old boy and. "Here," she saidpleasantly. "You're going to need this."I stared at the box for a moment in curiosity and then opened it. I wasstartled to see that there was a syringe inside as well as a dozen smallvials full of liquid. I gave her a questioning look."Medicine," she explained with a wry smile. "You'll need to take a shotbefore you're allowed to leave this quarantine room and then you'll needto take one every day." What's this for?" I asked suspiciously, picking up one of the smallvials to. It was a sweat shirt from the thrift store. The logo on the front was for a restaurant five hundred miles away, at least.After breakfast I went to the fountain in front of The Haven to drink coffee and try to plan my day. I really wanted to interview Joey Middleton. I had no authority to drag his ass out of school, so I might have to work with Ray after all. I could try to steer him in what I though was the right direction, but he wouldn’t agree I was sure. Working with Ray was pretty much out.