" The choice seemed obvious."Kissing you is never 'just a kiss.' A kiss from Shannon is an event."And, at that, they kissed. He tasted her lipstick, a...d then her mouth opened wide -- letting their tongues meet, and he could taste Shannon. She raised no objection to his hands roving over her dress; but, while the shape was vaguely like Shannon's, the softness that he loved was buried too deep. When he stroked her leg, however, the story was entirely different. Through the three layers of soft. ” She clarified that statement. “It’s the first time I’ve stayed in a hotel room by myself, if you don’t count the story I did with Jane. She wouldn’t leave me alone, so it felt like we were staying in the same room. The time before that was my fabulous honeymoon at Niagara Falls where he talked business with the man from across the hall most of the time.” The sarcasm and bitterness was heavy in her tone. “Before that, man, I would have still been in school. My grandmother. The shoulder strap of my nightie had slid off, his movement pushed the material down and now I felt the warmth of his breath on my partly exposed nipple. Then I felt something hard poke at my thigh; I thought to myself 'Oh my God, he’s got a hard on.' I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it; it felt big in my slender hand. I was not a virgin, I had had sex a few times, but this felt pretty big in my limited experience. He spoke my mother’s name softly, and I shushed him, stroking his hair.. “Sarah Whitney,” said the headmaster, “What brings you to my office so early today?”Sitting behind his desk, he looked up from his paperwork, and instantly Sarah dropped her gaze down to the floor. Biting down on her lips, she reached into her skirt pocket to pull out a tiny pink slip with a signature scrawled across the bottom. Sister Halsey’s handwriting, she had been the one doing the morning inspections today. Her hands trembled as the headmaster took it from her.“Hmmm, I see,” he said.The.