‘What?’ I thought that he meant what was my question. ‘Who lost the souls?’ I said. Shadrach frowned and shook his head. ‘I just seen Old Tu...ker,’ he said. ‘Or … I dunno … perhaps it was just a dream.’ But he still didn’t answer my question. He still didn’t say who had lost the souls. I thought that perhaps he didn’t know who had lost the souls. ‘We should go home now,’ I said. Shadrach nodded. ‘Yes. Yes, I think it must have been a dream. I think I must have dozed off. It happens sometimes.. So an agent at one of these writing conferences says to me, rather pointedly, ‘Jesus, Mark, you’re a criminal law professor at UNLV – write a goddamn Vegas crime story. I might read that!’ So I did, and he did. I still can’t get anyone to read my good stuff, though. ‘Write another crime thriller,’ they say.” “Maybe I could get someone to take a look at your good stuff.” She busted me. “Actually, they’re not ready yet,” I said like a man caught in a lie. “The good stuff never is,” she said. They felt slightly resentful that the best benefits of their experiment had gone to their chemistry teacher, especially when it looked as though they might never get another chance to complete their 'study'.Just when things looked at their grimmest, and the despondent thirteen year old's were sitting at the top of a slope, hugging their knees and balefully surveying the joyful explosion of students, they spotted a familiar figure across the field. Automatically the twins jumped to their feet,. She stared at Dave as she lowered her wet pussy onto Annabelle’s face.“Do you see what she's doing Dave?” Caroline sneered. “You didn’t like doing this, but oh fuck it feels so good.”Caroline moaned, her breasts heaving as she squirmed, grinding her pussy down on Annabelle’s face. Annabelle’s tongue slurped along her folds, tasting Caroline’s flavour on her tongue. She swirled her tongue and made Caroline whimper and moan while Dave stood, watching, with the hard-on growing more pronounced in.