Hers were much larger than Jenkins’ and I suckled and licked, kissed and teased first one then the other. Mistress Perkins made guttural noises and ...ssued instructions rather as Jenkins had the previous evening. I found myself curiously relaxed and happy. Happier still was I when she pushed me, not roughly or unkindly but with a certain urgency, to the conjunction of her legs which were now spread wide and open. I fell upon her and replicated all I had been taught by Jenkins. She pushed me. " Why?" Did they have a problem with girls and education? Unfortunately I didn't find that hard to believe even nowadays."Because she's dux of the school." Unofficial," protested Rosalee, "Only a senior can be Dux." What's that?" asked Anna. It was an acknowledgement not awarded by our school nor would it have been particularly sought after except by a few devoted bookworms."The person scoring the highest consolidated grades in their senior year but Rosy -- definitely Rosy cheeks with that. He had drunk in that scent mingled in the sweat of divine flesh. Oh, how he desired that moment again. It had been so long, but it would be there and this day he wanted to make it special. Because this day felt special. Like a Hallow evening, a Halloween if one willed. ‘Shall we dine, then,’ Persephone asked coyly. ‘Hmmm? Oh yes,’ Hades exclaimed. ‘Let me guide you to your seat first.’ He walked her to the table as a soft jazz number played on the stereo. He guided her with his arm wrapped. She was dancing, eyes closed, feeling the beat thrum through her body like a wave breaking over her, moving like a puppet on a string and loving every moment of it, feeling like a hand in a glove, a flash in the pan, a storm in a teacup, a needle in a haystack, a prize for the winning, a dead for the raising, a catch for the chasing, a jewel for the choosing, a man for the making in this blistering heat… Then someone touched her shoulder. ‘Hammering In My Head’ continued to play, telling her to.