When I returned to the table she was adding the marshmallows.Another Special she asked with a wink, I could only nod.She came back with the GM. And he... robe was almost completely open. As she poured I could not help but to stare. Her breasts were not large but absolutely beautiful. Firm and perky, with nice little areoles and nipples the size of pencil erasers. When she returned from replacing the liqueur from the bar her robe flowed out behind her giving me a full look at her negligee. Again. "There was a well-understood, yet unspoken agreement at the school. Not the sort of thing you could have in the rules or tell the inspectorate. The school would quickly be shut down if it were known to be such a liberal haven for young men who'd passed the aptitude test, so there had to be regular witch-hunts. This kept the boys on their toes so they could quickly deny their fun when asked by the external authorities. It stopped anyone getting complacent. Alex hadn't been told about this. You. For a while I tried to look if there was a way anybody could see me from the outside via a concealed window or a camera, but I did not find anything that could have confirmed this possibility. I noticed that my breathing was rushed, and I was once in a while I was shivering as if I was cold, despite the temperature being the usual 35 degrees C. Minutes passed, and it seemed a long wait. From the distant sounds I guessed the fight had ended quite some time ago, but nothing happened. I just stood. I couldn't handle it back there."She looked at him, realizing that she had somehow hurt him and began to cry."Hey there, no crying. It's a party, be happy." I... I'm not going to cry," she sobbed."But you are," he said as Barbara and Ronnie moved toward them."What's wrong?" Barbara inquired sympathetically."Nothing, really," Paul offered, then pointed to Terry. "She's probably had enough for tonight." I haven't!" Terry protested as Trevor appeared beside them. Paul glanced behind him. Evan sat.