Bickler was doing her best to hold the attention of the class. In a way you felt sorry for her. Even to the point of trying to pay attention yourself....The class, a mixture of senior boys and girls, would much rather joke around and play on their phones.You notice your teacher wiping her brow, then quietly pleading to the class to try and focus for the remaining half of the hour. Her blue eyes meet yours, seeming hopeful to have at least one student listening to her.Stacy Bickler was one of the. "You know Simone, the fair-skinned English rose, barely out of her teens, not long arrived?"Michele had briefly met, if you could call it that, a number of the Cabal's sex slaves during various orgies but not Simone, so she shook her head."This will work out even better then as there will be nothing to link you to Simone. Let me explain exactly how this is going down."And so she did. Michele listened attentively and only interrupted when she needed clarification. It was a daring and dangerous. Deana was busy applying her makeup when the phone rang. I answered, “Hey, hello Phred, what’s up?”“I was just wondering if the two of you would join me at my table to the kickoff dinner tonight.”I paused, then turned and asked, “Deana, Phred wants to know if we all could sit at his table tonight?”I knew that seductive look where she blushed, smirked, and with an excited tone, loud enough for Phred to hear, answered, “Sure, why not! I would also love to sit on something else that’s hard… and I’m. I’m pretty sure that I knocked her up, in fact. I also banged her son, Rafael, when he was in drag. Does that upset you? Oh, wait, that’s silly to ask, given the ray gun. In my defense, I was drunk with Rafi. That’s not all. I also boffed your friend, your bridesmaid, Lola, you know ... a few times, and your other one, Whitney. You know, the black one. I seem to recall you having two bridesmaids named Whitney, which was confusing as fuck,” Ernie confessed some of his escapades so far at.