Spanish would certainly chew up some of the electives I needed and could be very useful. “Maybe I could test out of that,” I commented.“Test out...and get credit!” I nodded and Kelly continued, “If you work at it, what with the credits you already have, you can probably get a two-year degree in two years.”“I’ll still need to take a bunch of stuff at the academy.”“You need to start signing up for the classes you need. Where are they held, anyway?”“It’s a couple of hours from here, down in Forsyth.. There won’t?” I asked. She pulled my head down and kissed me softly. Not if you are in my bed.” She whispered. I looked at her stunned, not quite believing what I’d heard. You want me in your bed?” I asked. Don’t you want to fuck me again?” she asked. I want to fuck you every day.” I said truthfully. She looked up at me.Good boy,” she whispered, “I want you to fuck me again too, but you have to go to school today and I have to head of to work.” I groaned. Do we have to Aunt? Can’t we just stay. Colette was a French refugee and the talk of the village. Some said Ned was a lucky man to share his bed with such a gamine creature; while naysayers believed she’d only married the old man for his farm. Local rumour had it that Colette entertained three regular visitors during the weekdays when Ned was out in the fields: there was the young athletics instructor from the village school (all toned body and rippling muscles); the village postman, who never stayed less than an hour; and, perhaps. ‘Should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ — terms that dominate our lives. Anyway, tomorrow night I’m certain that ‘should’ will win and, afterwards, I’ll reason, or rationalize, out an explanation that will make it ok.’ The following morning a bubbly and happy Jane, followed by a less enthusiastic Tony, tracked them down at breakfast. It was an odd grouping in terms of their trains of thought. Jane was over the top in her optimism. As she confided to Katie later, her test that morning showed that she was.