We’ll do our thing.”Thus, the groundwork was laid, pardon the pun. ---Baxter and his wife made all the reservations, separate hotel for the gals. ...e guys were set up in a suite. Double single beds and a couch that made into a bed.Saturday morning we made the trip in Baxter’s SUV. He dropped the wives off and we went to our hotel and checked in.We spent the day shopping and visiting casinos. Baxter’s wife had said no booze, so we didn’t bar hop.We all got together for dinner at The Keg and then. Jenkins and the board at 9. How many programs would I be allowed to do?At 8:45 I went over to Mr. Jenkins office and sat in the waiting room. I chatted with his secretary for a few minutes then I worked on the smart phone. At 9 the secretary told me to go in, that they were expecting me. Mr. Jenkins started the meeting off by reading a letter of thanks for performance and service in protecting the students and staff of Kent Community College and bringing an end to the serial assaults. It was. He grew up in central California with a mother that was also a mean drunk, and a whore. She didn't have a clue about who his father was, and didn't care. Robert earned a beating whenever he broached the subject. Robert was the 'mistake' that was the cause of all her problems. Both Robert and Dick left home in their teens; Robert was fifteen, and Dick was sixteen.Dick lived on the streets for two years, before managing to avoid a statutory rape charge by joining the Army when he was eighteen.. The smell of the soap and shampoo alone was adding to the scene. The water was cascading down her hot body. Staying in the doorway, I watched as she ran a soaped hand over her breasts, her nipples hardening as she ran her fingers over them. Heather now was sliding both hands down over her stomach and down between her legs and to her pussy. I saw Heather jerk and a moan escaped her soft lips. Heather’s right index finger was circling her clit as her left soaped up finger penetrated her tight.