I’m okay. I’m getting used to not sleeping now anyway. I’ll be fine. So I guess you’d better get back to Tim.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Tim is...fine, believe me. Right now, he’s lying diagonally across both of our beds, snoring his head off. I’m fairly certain there’s nothing left in his stomach to spew. I left a couple of bottles of water close by for when he wakes up with a raging thirst, but other than that, there’s nothing I can do except let him sleep it off. He’ll be asleep until lunchtime.’. But Santiva was tapping her foot, and looking impatient. She was going away with her boyfriend for the weekend, and Fremont had to be looked after. Certainly she wasn’t going to put up with any of his bullshit.Fremont had tried to put his foot down about this, but Santiva had thrashed his bare buttocks with her blacksnake whip until he’d nearly bled, and then raped him with her vibrating strap-on phallus (another Copeland invention) until he DID bleed.And he knew she had no respect for his. I just smiled at him. I took my hand and although still feeling weary, I wrapped my arm around his neck and he leaned in to hold me as I laid there in his bed. “Thank you, Bret,” I whispered into his ear. Then I had the urge to nibble on his ear, so I did. When my tongue touched him, I heard him gasp but he didn’t move away. He actually put his hands under me and lifted me up a little and then pulled me up to his face and his lips met mine but it wasn’t a soft kiss, it was a kiss of passionate. "Well?" I said, when we were in the hall.Robbie smiled. "It's not the play. They would have called Tami too."I nodded. It was Wednesday, and they were supposed to be announcing the results sometime tonight. The winner and two runner-ups had a banquet in Seattle this weekend."Could be class standings, I suppose. Mr. Reed wants to tell us in person the world has gone back to normal," Robbie said with a grin."Nope. Those come out second period tomorrow. Some of the teachers won't get their records.