And I think I'm saying sorry to Carly, over and over again, and it's making her cry but I can't stop it.I feel a little better when the stitches are i... and they're wrapping my hand up, even though my hand stings and feels like a bunch of raw nerves. I can see Carly off to the side, PearPhone to her ear, and I know she's calling my mom. And I feel like telling her not to bother, because even if my mom was somehow awake and sober, she still wouldn't care. And then she's coming back, and I can. "That's a closely guarded secret, Kathy," the principal motioned the debutantes through the massive iron doors, "that's why you had to ride in the trunk. I hope it didn't inconvenience you too much." Oh, no! That's the nicest trunk ever," Christi gushed, "and I've been in a few." Me, too," Kathy chimed, "it was swell!"A young woman with a thick rope noose tied around her neck greeted them in the lobby. She was wearing the ragged remains of an antique white dressing gown, her face and all. I started to thrust hard into her mouth as I held her head. Then Tammy took my hands away and started to drive Sandy's head up and down on my cock and then she slid down on her knees at the edge of the bed and joined Sandy. The incredible feeling of the two of them with their warm wet mouths on my cock was too much to take and I blew so much cum all over the bed, their faces and hair and up on my stomach and chest. I got some on my face and the both licked every bit of it off of me and took. And the fallback is the ADA. It seems that we’ve got the school on our side. We’d get an immense amount of cred from Fletcher and the school board that they would do anything for us to avoid a lawsuit. You know my mantra—always negotiate from a position of strength? The strength here is having our whole school in our camp and pits the school against the Program. So we can make the guidelines work for us, following them to the letter according to our interpretation, not the Program.