The school officials wouldn't answer any of our questions, and rumors started to circulate that Nigel had succeeded in his suicide attempt. Thursday n...ght, at supper, Dr. Cleary, one of the administrators, announced that Nigel was doing well, and that his parents were bringing him home to England. On Friday morning, the pay phone on our side of the floor rang, and it was Nigel, calling us from the hospital to say his goodbyes. He said his throat and neck were really sore, but he was glad he was. The relocation of the gentleman — both terms being euphemisms for assassination. I had been recruited by Sir Boris Crossley into the Relocation Bureau, a secret department of government that protects the Kingdom by occasionally committing certain deeds not strictly within the law of the land. There are some high placed individuals who, if brought to public trial for their crimes, would cause the general public to become disgruntled with the ruling class, with all the consequences that could. She was hoarse and reddening all over. Matthew dug his heels into the bed and sprayed himself inside of her. They had missed each other's climaxes by a heartbeat and Gigi was growing clear eyed as her cunt flooded."C'mon, we have way more to do," I promised at a whisper. I helped Gigi knee walk forward off of Matthew. Their mess dribbled down his thighs onto the comforter. I knocked her with a push of her ass. She laughed, almost, as she fell down between Matthew's feet."Go get Gwen," He told. She took it and squeezed a little, looking straight into my eyes as she said, “You're very beautiful. You're much too good for Daddy.”Something about her touch and her gaze sent a shiver through me, a shiver of pleasure and anticipation. She was a very pretty young girl, probably two or three years older than me; she had on tight-fitting frayed jeans and a sparkly top that emphasised her full, round breasts; her red hair tumbled down in ringlets onto her shoulders.“So, did you like my.