Inside his drawer, between his bookshelves, nothing! I almost walked out in disappointment before I noticed a laptop’s bag behind the door. I pulls ...he laptop out and turn it on. It doesn’t even requires a password! Damn, he really need to take care of his security stuffs. I thought. And my eyes widens as I see the wallpaper. I smile widely. Jackpot!! But to be sure, I keep digging, I search his history, and the recent folders that he opened. And more and more evidences showed me that he is. "Wha... what're you gonna do with my soul?" he stammered.The man smiled condescendingly. "Robert, my boy, did you think 'Satan's Pride' was merely a whimsical moniker dreamt up by a band of cycle toughs in some grease-monkey's garage? Oh, no! It is a label, Robert. Those men are on my team, each and every one."Robert swallowed hard. "They are?" he whispered."You have spent a great deal of time in their presence, Robert. Have you seen any sign that any one of them has a soul? Was there a spark. "But... b-but I really need to get back to him... I have to... to..."Ned looked out the window in the top part of the door and saw nothing. He grabbed the knob and very carefully turned it, the bolt clicking back.On the other side, crouched down out of view, Cassie slammed into it as hard as she could.The door thumped into Ned, his head banging against it soundly. Dizzy from the impact, he stumbled and crashed loudly to the floor. Cassie was already past him and dashing into the living. “Thank you. It is something I inherited from my mother,” Britney said.Barbra tilted the young blonde’s head back and kissed her on the lips. Instead of pulling away, Britney found herself kissing her teacher back. When Barbra pulled back from the kiss, she moved her lips to the young teens’ ear and whispered, “I want to show you how wonderful lesbian sex can be.”Britney did not resist as her teacher moved her mouth back over the young teen’s mouth. This time she passionately kissed Britney.