The nightmare didn't end there for her parents, as the only school with availability on such short notice was a public school, with a particularly bad...reputation."You'll get your wish" her father had told her "But every day you need to report to us what you've learned and who you interacted with"His voice was firmer than she'd ever heard before. Lilian knew he was mad at her, disappointed even, and she hated feeling like that. Disappointing people had always made her upset, but now that she was. What possessed you to steal from me? You took the thousand dollars in our petty cash to shop for clothes. Are you fucking k**ding me! If you needed money all you had to do was to ask. Only 2 people know about this me and my secretary. Then I find out that you are not following the dresscode policy. You have on numerous occasions wore clothing specificly not allowed at this agency. This is not the first time we've had this conversation. You have been told that you can not dress like some slut. ”As we approached the downtown interchanges, all four traffic lanes slowed to a crawl and then came to a complete halt. I noticed that the limo had a sunroof opening over our seats. My blouse was unbuttoned, and my firm tan tits were eager to be displayed. I got a sudden crazy urge to entertain some of our nearby stationary motorists. I quickly slid out of my heels, slipped off my blouse, and hopped onto the seat directly under the closed sunroof.Dave looked at me and said, “What the heck are. At the very end of the long row of lockers, there was an open space between the last locker and the wall. It was semi-private in that you couldn’t see it from the lockers but only if you went from the lockers to the showers. It was nicknamed “suck row”. If you didn’t want to take your partner back home for sex, you could usually find a spot in “suck row” before you parted ways. The only staff member was an older man with a potbelly who mopped the floor. He could blow the whistle on us and we.