Some of the girls never adjusted, and slowly devolved into apathy and depression. Lilly learned from some of the other girls, that this place was kind...of the first stage, for first grade merchandise. From there, you progressed only down. Girls of lesser "grade" or not performing well, were moved to countryside brothels, or sleezy strip-clubs, then to a cheap brothel run from a camper van by the highway, renting girls to truckers. The gossip was that some of the girls, after years of service,. "I said good morning. The least you can do is say it back," he said with a huff."'Morning," I mumbled pulling the front of the robe tighter together."Wanna hear a secret?" he asked smirking.It must be my nature or something but I was always looking for juicy gossip. Like I said before I was addicted to soaps and watched all the gossip talk shows and read the celebrity tabloids religiously. He did pique my curiosity."What secret?" I asked a little too anxiously."Come closer, I need to whisper it. And I could....”I realised the three teachers weren’t giving me eye contact...their collective male gazes were straight between my legs...well I knew I looked good down there...but times three admirers at once...a bit excessive...but they hey...I realised I couldn’t fail once pussy clout made its entrance in any situation involving blokes.“Ah the exam” said Hamish Tanner, taking the lead which surprised me, “Might I suggest to my colleagues...you do it orally and now...”He had that smutty smirk. And really, there was some excuse for the incorrect impression under which our friends were laboring, for our mutual embarrassment, when we first met after her violation, and her inability to altogether subdue on subsequent occasions a certain agitation and heightened color when I appeared on the scene, were to be symptoms of the "tender passion" that was supposed to be consuming us both.But Alice's manner to me insensibly became kinder and kinder as time went on. Unknown to herself, there was.