He didn't want anyone to get any ideas about what really went on at BimboTech. At least not until he'd had a chance to remove the cell phones from all...the class.He couldn't have them texting or calling for help. Happily they were with a male teacher. There was little chance he'd cancel the tour due to some stuck up feminist's objections to all the glorified sex toys he kept in the building.The class wasn't that big.They were only twenty including the teacher. Fink counted eleven male and nine. I don't want you to have cabin fever or feel stifled. I'm not that cheap or paranoid. You're a social butterfly. I accept that fact. I like it about you. There's also PTA, soccer, play dates with other moms, etc. I want you to live the good life, as they call it. Not to brag, but I'm worth more than you can spend in a couple of lifetimes. As for the honeymoon, what do you say to a month overseas? If, that is, Clay here doesn't mind Trevor staying with him for that long. Any preference on the. I see her step out of her body. The Lightabove us both. She goes upward, I linger. I look down at her form, shelooks so young, so wounded. I bend down and kiss her forehead. They applya shock to her chest.....I wake up shouting. A woman's voice beside me tries to comfort me. I feelher hand on my shoulder and say, "Mom?" Yes dear, I am here," she says. I look at her. I don't recognize her atall. I flinch, pull back from her hand, and even before I can stop thewords I say, "No! Who are you?" Oh. I yearned for the kind of sex that all the ladies in my hot, bodice ripping romance novels were having but I got was a very inferior brand of sex. Boys my own age had no self-control. Sex with them was always wham, bamm, thank you ma'am. Some of them shot off before they even got inside me. I suppose that's the bane of youth which wouldn't have been so bad if they licked my throbbing love button until I found release or if they had even just fingered me until I climaxed but they never did. She.