Sleep held no reprieve. Large black cocks approaching her face and cumming in her mouth haunted her dreams. She almost called in sick for work the nex... day, but decided against it because of the questions it would raise in Siva's mind. She could never let him know about what happened. Never.Even more distracted than at home, she didn't hear the security guard calling her name as she entered the office, until he stepped over and touched her arm. "Swati, right? You are Swati Bokhari aren't you?". ‘Sheridan?’ he replied ‘Sounds Irish.’ ‘I know. Makes it even funnier. But, in all reality, I’d swear he’s the sanest of them all. Him and my homeroom teacher, Moiré Ann Bell. If you believe the rumors I’ve heard, they’re either best friends, sleeping together, or he’s her gay friend.’ Mike gave a short, sharp laugh. ‘What do they base that on?’ I shrugged. ‘They’re always seen together. If they aren’t in her Homeroom, they’re in his. They spend free and lunch periods together…or so I’ve. -----------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter 3:It was not that long before I actually was Mrs. Jenny Hidalgo. Thatwas what Jenny convinced me to legally change my name to. It did nottake too much convincing on her part. I was happy to be formally knownas what I felt I was.Jenny took control of the family finances. Our checks went into ajoint bank account, and I was given a weekly allowance. She took awaymy checkbook, credit and debit cards. I liked giving up my. But close with chemistry. I gave him my phone number and told him to call me. Which he did. A few days later, we decided to meet up and get dinner. We had a nice dinner full of laughs, conversations, and good food. I was happy and full of glee, but all I could think about was being close to him again. After dinner, we decided to go back to his place to watch a movie. I know what a movie meant, and it didn't mean to watch it. We went back to his place. It was this small apartment he shared with.