Tomorrow, you'll do what you did today. Wear your normal clothes to school with your special panties and bra. Put your slut clothes in your book bag. ...o to your whore circle and take off your clothes, including shoes and socks, leaving the panties and bra on. Someone else will take them off you.Remember, you'll be going home with me tomorrow night after we go to your house for clothes. Make sure you have your coat packed. You'll need it when we go shopping.I have some things I want to do with. . uh ... yeah ... Brittany ... Fuck! Anything you say.”We finally settled down and got working on our homework. Teachers were really piling it on. I had close to an hour of reading every day for Ms. Levy, half an hour of trigonometry problems, a decade of US History, and twenty Latin words to memorize every night. And there was the biology text, the Entrepreneurship text, and my music theory, which had moved to Renaissance instruments. Amidst all that, I tried to spend time with my girlfriends. ‘LOVE IN THE STICKS!’ screamed the Sunday Sport headline. The story featured some less than flattering pictures of her and Dan leaving a restaurant, followed by a short column about Dan’s alleged country bumpkin girlfriend from the back of beyond. Jenny was mortified. The paper managed to imply that she was nothing more than a dumb bimbo who must have struck it lucky to end up with the world’s most famous singer. Jenny cried into her cornflakes in humiliation. She just wasn’t cut out for the. Shower water tumbled onto her. She imagined herself bathing under a Belize waterfall on honeymoon with Stephen watching—as she wrung out the tresses of her hair, palmed her luscious breasts in slow circles, smoothed her hands over her gracefully athletic thighs and taut round ass.She was acting it out as she washed, her soaped-up hands loving the curves of her own ripe young body. She slithered her way down over her trim stomach and further on over the mound she had had waxed a day before,.