It was around two in the afternoon, two hours to shift change, and it was hotter than Hell outside – maybe ‘110 in the shade’ hot, and of course...the air conditioner in this stinking, fucked-up old car had seen better days – ‘like maybe ten years ago,’ she thought. Breedlove was baking in the afternoon heat, sweat was pouring from her neck down her back, and she wanted an ice cold Coke in the worst sort of way. She leaned forward and tried to pull the water-logged bullet-proof vest away from her. " What?" Janice asked as she wiped her eyes."Well, you said she really wants to go to law school. So, why don't you get her a scholarship! Based on the way you describe her, she could quality either on a 'needs' bases or academically. " Yea, right. How am I supposed to do that? You know that it's all 'politics' or 'who you know' here. Besides, this school is too cheap to get new chairs for the library and I'm going to get her a scholarship? Fat chance!" Janice said sarcastically."One word.... I know you didn't."Lainie leaned back in her chair and stretched languorously. "We're a real pair, aren't we? Will and Grace have nothing on us." The public still thinks we're sleeping together." Well, there's that. Must be so convenient for them, to have two of music's rising stars dating within the family, so to speak. Spears and Timberlake all over again." Good thing they don't know we're related." Hey, I've got an idea. Let's pull another public make-out session, then have our press agents. Lips apart, tongues flying, saliva oozing from the corners of their mouths. Hands wandered over heads and hair and necks and backs and asses. They kissed and groped for a couple minutes. Milo was hard and Teresa was wet.“Where is your apartment?” she asked, breathing hard.“Half a block from the campus gate,” he replied. “A five-minute walk.”“Is it clean?"“Yes,” he said. “I’ve had it ready for you for some time.”“Is it private? Will we be alone?”“Yes,” he guessed. “My roommate is a cook at some.