“Mr. Brown it’s awfully hot in here. Is their something wrong with your thermostat? I’m feeling really hot!”“Are you hot dear? I feel fin.... You do look a little flushed. Perhaps you might need some water. Would you like a glass?”“Yes. I would enjoy some water.”Mr. Brown had a bit of a problem. His cock was erect, and he needed to get Casey some water. There was no way for him to hide his erection. Casey smirked at her teacher. He wondered if she knew what he was doing. He smiled. For the very first time I realized that part, in fact most of what drove me was to disprove those two hated words: disabled veteran. I was determined to prove to everyone that there was nothing ‘disabled’ about me and what I could do. And when he added the word ‘victims,’ I also realized that yes, Susan had been a victim. At first, a victim of two rapists, and at the end, a victim of a sexual predator. But in between she had been a far worse victim. She had been a victim of my ambition. She had. Especially a group of five friends, all who were looking for a place to live over the summer. Desperate to get away from the hungry boys at the university and to have some peace and quiet while tanning, the girls moved into the area after seeing a certain mansion listed on Craigslist. Believing this to be the perfect getaway, the girls packed their bags with plenty of sunscreen and cute clothes and headed for their new summer home. The girls pulled up into the driveway of the large mansion in. You have been amazing, and I can never thank you enough but I will try ... Thank you."Her eyes were wet as she said that, and I didn't want to go down the hero worship path, so I changed the subject, just slightly. "If you don't mind, tell me about your lives before things became difficult."She eyed me just a bit, and then said, "I was so in love. We were THAT couple in college. He was the football hero, and I was the cheerleader who worshiped his every thought and deed. Everyone referred to us.