It was close to dawn when fatigue finally shut down her churning mind and she dozed off.-= The Agreement =-April 7, 2127 Neither of them woke at their...usual times. The sun's rays woke Anthony. He bolted upright in the lounger, no longer sleepy in the slightest. He quickly peed in the grass at the side of the pool, then got out the nets and chemicals to tend to the water. He stuck his head through the door to see if Isabelle was awake yet. Since she wasn't he went back to the kitchen to prepare. He didn’t give me time to respond instead thrusting into me hard, his head gonging between my boobs. His hands on the wood either side of my legs. I moan feeling him push his way deeper into me. His sweaty body ageist my own. “Lew!” I said warning him. he kept going somehow faster and deeper. I moaned, my boobs giggling ageist his face. his mouth catching my nipple sucking it till it goes hard. I gasp, biting into his shoulder, my nails scratching into his back. Getting a nice sound out of him.. On my feet. No weapon at hand, I find an umbrella; good for rain, but a poor choice for phantoms. At my door I listen. Listen for any telltale sounds. Nothing but the sounds of the house and wind. Who, who could be in my house? Did I lock the back door? Did I close the garage door? Memories of days long past flooding my senses. Memories of him. There, his smell, wafting into my room. Is it real? Or just a nightmarish memory? I don’t know, I can’t tell. I think of our first time, over 20 years. ”“Yes, Miss.” I replied, cursing my luck. I had been hoping that she’d keep me back during break but now I was going to have to go through the whole day, trying to concentrate on lessons while visions of her most intimate places swam through my mind. This was not going to be an easy day as far as schoolwork was concerned. Another reason I wasn’t happy was that the lower gym was the stomping ground of Miss Markham, my Head of Year. Miss Markham was almost the exact opposite of Miss Smales. Olive.