I immediately bolted out of the shower and into Jennifer's room. I crawled under the bed and hid just in time to see Amy's moms feet appear in Jennife...'s bedroom doorway. Amy, are you ready?" Amy's mom asked openly. "One minute I'm in the shower" Amy said. "Ok, I'll be downstairs waiting" Amy's mom replied. My heart was racing I thought I was having a panic attack, maybe I was. I could see Jennifer's bathroom from where I was hiding with Amy still in the running shower. She shut the shower off. He still wore a thin little mustache, like Clark Gable in Gone With the Wind, though he didn't look like Gable in any other way."You know," he continued, "the weekend assignment I had in mind was the same thing, only not 'quick' and on a different subject. I could just give them a choice..."Students were filtering in now, and Mr. Scott was doing something with his cell. I was all but invisible to him. The final bell was ringing as he took off his eyetap and smiled."Good morning, class. Your. Sumala led the way along a good, wide dirt road through an agricultural area with wide irrigation ditches and small areas of woodland. Frequently we had to move to one side as a horse or oxen drawn cart carrying fruit or vegetables for the market, took most of the road width. Always we were greeted with friendly smiles and a greeting. With the rising sun now dispersing the chill and mist of the morning, I felt happy and free as we ambled through the undulating landscape. Ahead of us I could see. Ken looked out over Christy's shoulders at the lights of the buildings on the other side of the harbour. "I wonder just how many people out there can see the window, but have no idea what we are doing in here?" he thought to himself. Of course, with their room dark, there was no way anyone could see inside, but the thought that here they were fucking, FUCKING, up against a big picture window, theoretically in full view of thousands of people was extra erotic."Keep fucking me, Ken," Christy said.