Andrea was one of the sub-debs, the clique that ran our school, a small group of beautiful and haughty females. She smiled at me and held the door ope...."Billy, right?" she asked as I brushed past. Andrea was wearing a filmy, short and nearly transparent chemise or shift, a shapeless garment of silk that hung from ribbons, clung to her lush body and reached just the top of her plump thighs. It might have been her nightgown. She was barefoot and her nipples appeared to be excited for some reason.. "Love?" My entire body tensed. Panic modem instantaneously. I was slowly being drawn into him. "I love you too, Keitho. I don't mean brotherly love either, I mean this," and he proceeded to give me a bone melting kiss. His tongue darting into my mouth at my gasp, and doing a teasing dance with my timid one. I broke his kiss. I needed to. "Don't fuck with me Clifford. This is not a joke." He stared at me dead serious. "I'd never joke about things like this and I have the rest of the night to. The morning and lunch were thankfully routine - a great relief after theprior day's humiliation. Peter was actually looking forward to hissession with Doctor Cutwell and his later dance class with the sweetMadame d'Horscourt.Peter executed a perfect deep curtsey before Doctor Cutwell, who warmlygreeted him from behind her desk where she had his journal open. Thistime he managed to outwardly hide his reaction to his 'friend' duringthe curtsey's deep dip. "Prissy, just sit in one of the leather. Not smiling. I sat. She turned to face me.“One more time, Mister Jackson,” she said. “I am not a delicate little flower. I married you, for God’s sake. I know you’re not perfect. Neither am I. I know there are probably things in your history that I don’t know about, that might be, shall we say, interesting. But this is me and you and right now, today. I want to KNOW. I didn’t run tonight because I wasn’t going to leave your side. You’re my stupid HUSBAND! I was going to DEFEND you! And then you.
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