I smiled reassuringly at her.When she was done, I asked her, "Is it okay if I look at the scratches on your back?"She nodded. I moved behind her and r...ised the back of her shirt up. The scratches were scabbed over, but I didn't think I saw any sign of infection or anything. I wasn't a doctor, so I just had to judge how they looked right then as opposed to how they looked the day before."I think you're doing okay," I told her, lowering her shirt back down. I moved back around and sat across from. Stanton was not happy but instructed her to bring them in.On being admitted, Mr.Turner marched ahead to the headmaster's living room, with which he was of course familiar, with the two girls following nervously. He entered the room with a flourish and triumphantly announced his catch. Dr. Stanton was still bleary-eyed and stared at them all in stony silence for a few moments. Mr.Turner was visibly upset. "I see," Dr. Stanton eventually remarked, rather unconvincingly, "Hmm." Having sized up the. But she certainly didn't seem too shy about standing there in the open window. Granted, the shutters blocked the view from the street, and I knew there were no other windows on this side of my house, so the only person who could possibly see her was me, and I had already seen plenty this afternoon.She reached behind her back, and I couldn't help but grin. A couple of seconds later, my patience paid off. Her hands dropped to her side, and her bra slipped off her body and tumbled to the floor. I. When she heard the door open from our bedroom, and then the soft quiet, almost secretive padding of our feet as we headed down the stairs and then outside, she had gotten up. Following at a safe unsuspecting distance, she had slipped out the sliding glass doors of the patio area, coming around the side of the yard rather from the back door entry. Unobserved, she had hidden behind the pool house, watching us as we lay there fucking on the blanket. She had eventually confessed all to her sister,.