Hundreds of needles of water hitting her again and again, until she came, screaming as she squirted her own juices out for the water to wash away.When...they stood her up again, she was trembling, legs still shaky from the intensity of the forced climax. John lifted her in his arms, carrying her as if she were a baby. Downstairs, she was dried off properly, and the five spent a while touching and stroking again until Rod stopped them."Hal, you have not enjoyed Angie yet?" he asked, "and who else. Becky was already there and had just finished packing the SUV. We were taking off for Spring Break. I could tell by the expression on her face that Jackson had already called, but I waited for her to speak. It wasn’t long before she did. “Rachel, I understand you put on quite a show when you were leaving school today. Mr. Jackson called and had a lot to say. I told him that I was aware of your involvement with Michael and that I approved. I also told him to keep his nose out of our affairs.. You and Gia will be able to take direction." He paused, and then continued. "Our first group is arriving in five minutes."Butterflies danced in Tiffany's stomach.The diaper was full; Tiffany tossed the dirty one into the recycler for disposal. Cooing at the two-month-old was more of a pleasure than a duty. Slipping the fresh diaper on, Tiffany snapped the crotch of the onesie closed. He shook his little arms in glee. Tiffany picked the boy up. His mother was going to be in the tube another ten. I had just got home from school and was looking for something to do. I saw the sun shining outside and decided it had to be tennis.I would have loved to be able to play football, or something cool like that. But at 15, my thin 5ft 9inch frame did nothing for those hopes. The sport I could play however was tennis. I didn't really have many friends so I didn't play many games, but I did like to down and hit against the wall for a while. My real attraction to the game came from looking at all.