I went back into her room and clapped loudly to check for a response. Nothing. Then I whistled, called her name several times, tickled her feet and ...even pinched the inside of her thigh. There was nothing. She just slept away. I reached down and tugged off her tight terry-cloth shorts. My heart began to pound. There was now just a slightly damp bikini bottom between me and T’s ass. I went into the bathroom, started a warm bath, lifted the toilet seat and placed a warm cup of water on the. She moaned, just a little. I trailed a finger down her thigh again, then up, enjoying teasing her. I decided it was time to experiment a little; one finger stroking her soft hair, then moving up and inward, exploring. I felt wetness and warmth on my fingers. She moaned again.I kept probing, slipped one finger inside. I could feel her sucking my finger in so that I hated to pull it out. I used my thumb to find and rub her perfect, pink clit, the first I had ever touched beside my own. I rubbed. I think I shouldgive myself some personal homework when I get home to scan all my oldyearbooks to put names with faces.I don't remember which seat I used to sit in, so I found an empty desk inthe middle of the room. Hopefully this one is mine. The morningannouncements started over the PA system.I know you've never time traveled 20 years in a single night, but let metell you how visibly noticeable it actually is. My classmates wereactually talking to each other. No cell phones. No checking texts. Even as he was releasing his semen into her, he began to savage her by sinking his teeth into her neck, tearing into her flesh. She wrenched herself free and chased him off.She didn't know why he had to do that. She was letting him do what he wanted after all.It took her weeks to heal, and by that time she sensed that life was growing inside of her.Months later she felt vigorous movement inside of her as the strongest of her unborn children exerted his dominance and fed upon his two less.