“Where. Is. He.” was all he said, each word precise. Sara didn’t even try to pretend she didn’t know who “he” was. “Max isn’t here. ...e’s just a friend. He dropped me off and went home.” She babbled quickly, her voice a bit wobbly by the severe look on his face. Again, her heart tripped a little faster and it was from nervousness this time. “A very close friend?” his voice growled furiously. “Close enough to touch you the way he was? Close enough to take you home to fuck you?” He was. Airline ticket, check. Carry on – check Charge cards – check Laptop – check Presentation – in his briefcase – check Cell phone – checkIt looked like he pretty much had everything. It was Wednesday, he would be gone three days, flying back on Saturday.All was going well and he took a deep breath. He really couldn’t believe his good fortune, though it was less fortune and more work on his part. After he had come home, looked for a job and found nothing he really wanted to do, Maeson had started. He looked the boy over and noticed the wide areoles and thick nipples of the chubby boy which seemed to be hardening as he spoke. James turned and as he was leaving looked back and said "See you in a few minutes. Just knock softly on my door I will be listening". With that he quickly left the bathroom.Jerome stood motionless trying to understand what had just happened. He then proceeded to quickly dry his body and putting on the bathrobe went to his room to dress and get down to the proctor's. Sally rubbed her naked ass against Bob. Ten more days, Sally thought, and she wondered what sexual surprises he might have in store for her. They were satisfied and asleep long before Jack. Only the first day, the first afternoon, and he has had her twice, Jack thought as he finally drifted off into a fitful sleep. In his dreams he was watching Bob fuck Sally.Saturday morning, when Bob woke Sally was still sleeping. The sun was already well up and shining brightly. Deep shadows from the trees.