Dropping the bags of groceries on the counter, I unloaded everything I had purchased and put it all in their proper places. Finished with the grocerie..., I moved into the living room, and sunk into the couch. I remembered the note that had been on my front door, and reached into my pocket to pull it out. Unfolding the now crumpled note, I read the words written on it, ‘I’m coming.’ I smirked, automatically assuming that it was from him. I had gotten him good during our last encounter. I. What the fuck was I going to do with him? I mean I had enjoyed three good roots this afternoon. Yeah Georges was getting what?Fuck that wet patch...how far will I go with Georges? Give his old cock a tug? Suck his randy pecker off? Screw the dude till he pants. Really give him something to remember for the next few years, let him work his meat into my tight back crack. Well I thought I had it covered. After all; in these situations, it is the tart that’s in control. First thing was to slow the. ’ ‘You’re serious!’ Nel squawked. ‘Completely,’ Taylor said with that enigmatic smile. ‘Anyway, we’ll get to that later. What are you guys wearing?’ She leaned into her closet, stretching one leg out behind her as she reached up high to put away the stilettoes she’d pulled out of her bag. As her shirt rode up her defined back, Sarah caught a glimpse of a very large black and red tattoo that covered her lower back and disappeared beneath the shirt. ‘I was planning on going as I am,’ Nel said,. Miller to the office. She was surprised to see Jeannette and Jeannette's mother sitting next to the school secretary."Jeannette is thinking of transferring here," the secretary said. "While her mother discusses the particulars, we'd like you, as her friend, to show her around."Sammi motioned Mrs. Miller over. "Everything?" she asked in a low voice. "What about, you know, the class we just had?"Mrs. Miller repeated the question to the secretary. "Everything," Mrs. Miller told Sammi in a low.