“Thanks Jake!” I said, taking the glass and closing the door quickly. “I’m not nearly ready though.” “Take your time. I’ve booked us a t...ble for eight-thirty.” It was nearly forty-five minutes and a second glass of wine later that I joined Jake downstairs, tottering slightly on my heels, unsure whether my unsteadiness was a result of their unfamiliar height or the less unfamiliar wine I had drunk. “Wow! Amy!” Jake dropped the car magazine and sprang to his feet as I nervously entered the. “You couldn’t have waited for the rescue vehicles?” Mead demanded.“He would have died.”“Maybe. No great loss.”“Mead...”“Gee, you rescued your greatest enemy. Do you think that will change things? Lance Beck is still going to blast you from the pulpit. He’s still going to invite parents to send him their children for conversion therapy. He’s still going to poison the minds of the community. But you dragged him out of a wrecked car, kept him breathing, and held him above water while you risked. I slid my tongue between her lips, stretching it in as far as it would go and running the tip across her G spot, bringing her to her first small orgasm. Still avoiding her clit, I sucked both lips into my mouth while stretching my tongue in between and caressing her inner sanctum. Her moans continued and her hips began to move against my face. She placed her hands behind my head, pulling me into her and driving my tongue in as far as it would go. She held me there. What kind of jerk would discourage a person's concern over someone else's welfare? Not this jerk, he thought to himself with a wry grin. And with that, he started the car and drove in the direction of Professor Salinger's house.Ally was disheartened the instant they pulled up. There were no signs of the professor's car, and the lawn had taken on that straggly should-have-been-mowed-yesterday look."I'm sorry," Ben whispered, touching her arm gently. He didn't want the speculations to be true.