I leaned over and spoke directly into his ear. “Billie, do you understand how badly this could go? The police find your body in some dumpster, raped...and gutted?”He nodded.“Who's your safety person?”“I don't have one” He said just loudly enough for me to hear him.“Fuck..... OK Billie, take off the collar and get back to the hotel,. Then come talk to me in room 512. There are no team members on that floor so no one will see you, OK?”He just stood there like a Deer in the headlights.“Billie, don't. Her pussy was covered by a dark dense bush.She stepped out of her shoes and the pile around her ankles, and moved to the bed, where Tom was also removing his clothes. She stood in front of him, allowing him a closer look at her pussy."I'm sorry I didn't shave. I couldn't know we would be doing this." It's ok, I love your hairy pussy." How is your wife's?" she asked, competitively."She trims, but I love yours better. Charlotte never allows me to go down on her." That condescending bitch. Come,. .. that's good." He felt so confused. "I should be going now." Yes."Ms. Craven whistled a catchy tune as she made dinner for herself. She was always hungry after a transference.Saturday afternoon the football team played."What is wrong with you, Jake?" the coach howled. "The receivers are running past you and the runners are going through you." I don't know. I have no strength and energy." Too much partying?" No coach. Honest. I don't understand what's wrong." I'm taking you out." But...". Home still felt almost like home when she wasn’t around, but it always felt like home when he was at Juliet’s. She was a friend of his step-mother, and she knew her well enough to feel sympathy for him. Which is why she’d put such effort into making him feel at home with her.The arrangement first began when he’d joined the soccer team. Her house was walking distance from the school, and on the days he had training he would walk there afterwards, having had to miss the bus home to attend it. He.