..", I answered "that is fine baby, don't be afraid of an accident if I want to feel you as we drive, Kitty can drive, or we'll bring Jessica to drive... I laughed.School was so different now then just a few days ago; my harem walked with me into school. Told the girls to attend class and I'd be there if they needed me. It was an uneventful morning and then as I walked to lunch I felt it, the fear of Jane. Running into the lunchroom found little Jane cornered by the sleazy "Goth-gang" one was. An expensive jewel. The hand that holds the rose is heavy with rings, tight bands of gold that constrict the fat fingers. The nails are well polished but cracked and broken. The skin is rough. This is an ugly man trying to look beautiful. Priest. The hand that takes the rose is clad in hugging black kid leather. The slender fingers folding around the stem, taking it as though it is a cut crystal flute of the most expensive champagne. The holder bows and thin lips smile as the priest takes his. Looking at her in desperation, Peter begged, "Please, don’t stop. Not now. Not yet". Lorraine moved away from the bed, leaving him frustrated. As Peter watched, she slowly began to remove her clothing. Unsnapping and unzipping her shorts, she stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she slid them down her long legs and stepped out of them. Standing before Peter in only a white t-shirt now, she regarded his face as he intensely studied. Even if her father believed her, just finding some boy’s underwear and jeans outside her window would mean certain death!The coast was clear as she darted down the stairs and to the front door. If her parents caught her now they would know something was up and start to question her. She raced outside and turned around the corner running for the spot under her window. A few leaves decorated the otherwise spotlessly manicured lawn but nothing else. Missy looked up in the tree to see if she could.