Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its protective envelope. On the first page, a stern looking Headmaster, Mr Wackford, welc...mes you to the school.‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s and 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’ Hmmm… no mention of the reason for the closure: Some unorthodox practices amongst its staff which resulted in a police raid and. She was outside, for one thing. The floor and encompassing walls of her spaceborne ship were gone. She could see the sky, which was blue, and the sun, which was bright. It was warm. She blinked.Am I dead? she thought. She sat up, then got to her feet and looked over herself. She didn't seem wounded. She was wearing her favorite black turtleneck, her tailored black pants, her sturdy black boots. She still had her combat vest on, fat lot of good it did her. Her holster and knife sheathes were at. She increased the pace, bobbing up and down on me. I tried to raise myself and push as hard as I could into her when she fully lowered herself onto me. The squelching noise resulting from her extreme wetness, and my now deep penetration into her, was driving me insane. I started to feel my scrotum contract, the sensation of a wave of energy and pleasure was forming within my body and my breathing became erratic. I was close and it was evident she was too. She stopped her movements and I pushed. I wasn't sure if I felt relief or worry. I know I was scared. So I nervously went to the door and opened it and said hello while still standing in the motor home doorway. He looked about twenty-five and was every bit of 6'5". I looked at him almost eye to eye until I stepped down out of the motor home. When my feet landed on the ground, it was almost comical. I looked like a child next to him. "Hi, how are you? I'm Tim, my...I'm just passing through and thought I'd stop here for a bit.