Once she got home she propped up her phone and undid her skirt and laid on the bed. She reached into her tiny pink panties and began to gently rub her...clit, thinking of the things she wanted to do to Mia Colby. She sighed when her phone began to ring. Her frustration went away when she saw Natalie's name on the screen."Hey Nat, what's up?" Not much, just wanted to see what you were up to," Natalie answered."I just got back from that 'Meet The Teachers' thing the school does and the new Drama. ‘I’m impressed.’ he said, and meant it. Darryl smirked. ‘Nah, it’s just common sense.’ he said. ‘And I don’t really see myself having much choice. The world’s going down the shitter and I’m just doing my bit to slow it down. You should really consider doing your part. Trade your girls in for some feminazis and teach them how to be real women.’ Michael was saved from having to make any reply by the sound of the doorbell. ‘Ah, that’ll be John.’ said Darryl with a grin. ‘This guy’s a fucking. The minister sounded like he needed lots of practice preaching, and he was -- after all -- getting that.“I don’t know why,” she responded. “We did what we said we would. We sampled. Now, if you took me back, I’d expect an apology.” She was always so kind.“You’re sweet. I don’t expect anything better, really, from the rest of the churches on my list -- some of them have local preachers. Do you want to go back to First Urbana?”“Why don’t we?” And that last word was the decisive one. This was. It was at that moment, where our faces were a few centimetres apart and my head was resting against the wall. It was one of the moments where the world stops turning and the only thing that matters is the moment you're in right now. Our eyes were locked together, asking a silent question, before that invisible magnetism pulled us in towards each other. Her soft lips brushed against mine, tentatively at first, but then more aggressively, as her tongue sought out mine. Every nerve in my body felt.