" Barocca smiled, and mentally filed that tidbit away in her brain. This might help her plan out after all. "But ya know what?" Rhiannon asked wit...h a silly smile. "Thash enough of this technical shit for now. We're here ta have fun, ya know?" "Are you sure you feel up to it?" Barocca asked with a smile. "Oh fuck yeah!" giggled Rhiannon. "Don't think I ain't noticed how you been feedin' me the wine all night. Yer tryin’ ta get me plastered, and take advantage of me. Aren't ya?". Finally the president of the sorority got enough air into her lungs to tell them, "They were clothed! I was alone! And she is fired!"Joan Hogan refused to budge her ample weight off of scrawny young thing. "I signed up with the clear understanding I was in charge around here."Joan Jackson demanded, "Then who can fire you!?!"Sounding more like the Southern belle of her origins, "Your father. In person, so that I can get the satisfaction of telling him what I think of his-"A strange, dirty old. Well fuck! Amos threw the phone down onto his duvet. His stomach burned. He felt sick. He had felt for sure that he was mentioned in a good way. To find out that he wasn’t even on her radar was emotionally devastating. He picked his phone back up, flicking through the pictures of her diary idly. Something caught his eye and he flicked back a few screens as his brain finally processed what it had seen. He found the picture, expanding it between thumb and forefinger. He read the text.“I had. Over the cinnamon, I caught a faint, familiar scent.Cheeks flaming, I stepped out of my panties. She rose and carefully folded them before adding them to the pile of clothing. I moved to the bed even as I considered fleeing from here. I sat down on it, squirming. I was too nervous. This wasn't relaxing me. It was just stressing me out. I was on my lunch break. I didn't want to waste it.“Lay down on your belly,” she said, picking up the back massager. Its white end was as thick as a soda bottle.