On page 57 there was a picture of the school play. It was me in one of my staring scenes. The description of the play beneath it read normally unles... you looked at just the first word of each line. I don't know how long it had taken them to come up with the proper wording to create this, but reading downward from the picture it said, "Evelyn the psycho bitch."I stormed up to the office and demanded that the yearbooks be taken back and reprinted, but the principal said, "I'm sorry Evelyn, it. As my hand found her pantie covered pussy she whimpered ‘I’m sorry… I’m sorry sir’ but as her breathing got shorter I knew she was game squirming as I found her clit ‘I’m sick of your nasty ass, bending over my desk, showing me them titties, chewing on them lips. The next time you bend over my desk if I see something I shouldn’t, ima drag you onto your knees and force this cock into that wet mouth.’ I could feel her creaming up her panties, the juice seeping through onto my fingers. We were at. To wo boli mai banwa du…Maine kaha hai haan koi bhi chalegi bas ladki honi chahiye…Uske kuch din baad ussne mujhe kisi ladki ka contact number diya jo chandigarh mai rahti hai aur ek boyfriend banana chahti hai….Mujhe usse contact karne ko kaha ki mai usse chat karu aur jaldh hi wo ladki aur mai mile…Kaise abhi batata hu.Mere friend ki gf mujhe usske ghar le gayi apna bhai bana kar…Waha maine pheli baar usse dekha kareeb 17-18 saal ki sawaali si ladki jisne suit salwaar daala hu hai meri nazro. He took the flowers and smiled. “Maybe next time.”“Maybe,” Raine turned and headed for the elevator, feeling his eyes on her ass the whole way.*Maybe.A week later, his address was on her schedule of Saturday night deliveries and she consciously headed there last, despite driving through his neighbourhood twice. She took the elevator up to his apartment and pressed the bell.“Hi,” he said.Raine held out the pristine white calla lilies but he didn’t take them.“Just put them on the table,” he said.