Thanking God I was wearing running shoes instead of my usual stilettos, I stretched out my long legs and began eating up the miles. It wasn't yet dark...when the neighborhoods became familiar. My childhood friends and I had ridden bicycles all over these streets. Taking memorized shortcuts through backyards, I was outside my parents' house just as the street lights began coming on.My parents were glad to see me. Home is where you're never turned away. My Mom gave me a hug. Though her eyes. " When he didn't immediately express an opinion one way or another, she started rambling. "You're probably right about it being a ploy. I mean how good of a writer can I be freshman year? And let's face it... he was probably looking for a new playmate to start off the year. Who better than Little Miss Innocent, right?" She choked back bitter tears."Dammit, would you stop beating up on yourself?" Ben blew out a frustrated sigh. "You still have no idea what's going on here. Maybe Erica's lying. "I've noticed that ever since you were exposed to several of my pills over a short period of time, that you've got a bottomless pit between your legs, Jordan. Your finale with Barocca in the Main Event, as well as some other scenes when we've been putting you through in the various pairings with the different girls, have confirmed this. "There's no delicate way to put this, Jordan. Under the right conditions, you're capable of nearly taking a telephone pole in either your pussy or your ass,. “You’re the curator,” Rodwell had said. “The trustees are looking for a scapegoat and it certainly isn’t going to be me. You should have made better security arrangements. I’m sorry, Maxine, you’ll have to go.”Maxine thought of a dozen clever things to say after she left his office in stunned silence but it was too late. All she could do, she thought, would be to find the real culprit and, since she was not so naive as to imagine that would get her job back, and get her revenge on Rodwell for.