Alexa just laughed and stretched, watching me die from exhaustion. "I told you that last set would destroy me," I complained and felt the smooth and w...nderful sensation of relaxing my muscles.Alexa looked at herself in the mirror, still in her small blue crop top and tight black shorts. She was flat and athletic but my best friend had a really cute face. "At least that's the worst thing you have to complain about! Someone broke into my locker...and stole my panties. Gross!"I widened my eyes and. Whore?His good… little… fuckpet?I cross my legs, which makes it worse, and then do not dare uncross them again because the movement caused a noise – my shoes scuffing against the floor – which has drawn Professor Montgomery’s wrathful attention. I can see his face turned right towards me in my peripheral vision.If I uncrossed my legs now, the professor would be able to see underneath my skirt. He’d see the wet spot. I’m wearing my sensible gray cotton panties. I know that every little drop. ”They each quickly spritzed with the shower and dried off, before getting into bed and holding each other.“Why do I need my sleeping pants?”“For me, you don’t but if the kids come into the room in the morning, you do. What do you think about what happened to us?”“I never knew Tammy was so vindictive. She got what she deserved, along with Thomas, her unwitting helper. This will sound weird but if it wasn’t for the car accident, I don’t know if I’d be here right now.”Abby’s forehead. Carlson fantasized briefly on what it would be like to use his power over her scholastic records to enjoy her luscious body.Then he shrugged, drove home in his van, fixed dinner, read for a while, and went to bed.At 1:10 a.m. the police came to his apartment and arrested him for the abduction and rape of Marsha Taylor. He spent the rest of the night in a jail cell, after refusing to answer questions put to him by his interrogators. Later he was able to obtain the services of a criminal.