There was no gathering that evening, another tradition we’d developed during that first semester four years earlier. I’d surrounded myself with pe...ple who are good students and who took academics seriously, and all of them agreed that the weekend before finals was no time to drink or otherwise cut loose.The one person who seemed to disagree with that idea was Doctor Charles Bauer. Dave, Julia, Cindi, and I left for the party at his house in Winnetka. All of the CS professors were there,. Waking up next to the girl I love was more than I could have ever asked for.”“The sleepover was the present.”“That was from my mom. What sleepover are you talking about?”“The sleepover we are going to have next weekend! I might have a special surprise for us.” She said with a smile. It’s like she was reading my mind. Ever since last night, we were so curious about everything that happened. We would surf the Internet and read books about everything relating to the subject and just explore each. " replied the old man. "And I have noidea, if even they ever consciously knew what they were doing to him.But now, none of that disappointment, particularly Hank's learningdisability and his love of football, ever existed. Since the potionknew that Hank could never live up to the expectations your parentshad for their child, you are now Heather, who is everything they everwanted in their daughter." Then why am I sixteen and in high school instead twenty-three and incollege? What was in this. . that's right."Mistress Sonya joined her and they stood together by the door and talkedfor a few minutes in low voices. Leslie, whose desk was close to thedoor, could overhear snatches of their conversation."... yes, very well... good students... kissing..." said Mistress Sonya."... progress? ...pleasuring..." This from Mistress Danielle."Oh yes... right now... only hand jobs, but... doing very well..."Mistress Danielle's reply to this was indistinct. Then, he heard MistressSonya say, "Soon....