She came to a path to the right which she turned down. It soon came to an end at another long corridor and she took a panicked left, ran a bit and cut...back to the left on a different path a few steps later. She eventually came to a stop at an L shaped bend in the hall.She wiped a few drops of sweat off her forehead and tried to catch her breath. She wasn't just hot from her run. She'd somehow found time to throw the dozen or so pills that were in her path down her throat as she ran and the. She tentatively started pressing her vagina against the tile. She felt as though her clitoris was popping out like a little penis as she firmly slid her vagina back and forth against the tile. She imagined Mr. Driscoll opening the door to the bathroom and she shuddered and came on the floor. After the spasms died down, she lay still for a while, forgetting everything except for how beautiful she felt. Getting up from the floor, she felt the wetness forming strands that streched and she. A chest of drawers stood near what appeared to be two closet doors.The walls were not covered with pop star posters, as I had assumed theywould be. There was one large, framed print to one side of the bed of akitten tangled in yarn. Two large windows let in the dim light of thegrey November afternoon.Tabitha was giddy. I think she was as proud to show me her room as shewas horny! She spun around, twirling her dress, and giggled. "What do youthink, Greg?"What could I say? It was a nice room, but. I don’t want to be small and dowdy and forgotten. I don’t want to be “her indoors”, shuffling around in tunic tops and A-line skirts, baking endless cakes for “good causes”, popping round for coffee and chatter about houses, gardens, and “how wonderfully Nathan is doing at his new school”. I want to be tall and elegant with platinum blond hair falling about my shoulders. I want to be the Jean Harlow of his office; foundation, powder, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick all perfectly.