‘Will you help me?’ I opened the gate again. ‘Ok.’ Then in an official voice. ‘Miss, put down the tire iron and step slowly away from the ca....’ She laughed and did that. I tried the iron and saw the problem. The iron just rotated off the nut. It was too worn or the wrong one, to take the nuts loose. There were things I could have tried if there was no other choice. But I had some other ideas. ‘I’ll have to go and get tools to take these loose.’ I headed for my truck. ‘Wait!’ She said looking at. He pulled her red lace thong to the side and began rubbing her pussy. He then inserted a finger in her tight virgin pussy. Jess tried making one last plea for him not to do this to her but she was unsuccessful. He pushed his large finger into her and soon he felt her unbroken hymen. He pulled back and said that it was going to be such a pleasure for him to tear her open. Jess hearing this made her sick to her stomach. He pulled her around to the end of the desk and put her face back in between. Yellow lights began flashing as the doors opened. "Don't worry. We are on an upper walkway. The security is just a precaution. We don't want any fresh males to escape, now do we?" Jessica laughed, and walked forward, not bothering to turn back to her students as she heard their nervous, high pitched laughter. It reminded her of slumber parties with her girlfriends when she was younger. If only they had known then how things would turn out. She smiled to herself. They would have laughed. However, there was one website with several papers, including a paper about the Marshall Plan, that Amy was painfully familiar with. With a touch of sarcasm Burnside noted ‘I think you remember this one.’ Amy realized that Burnside had a real fixation on academic cheating. Burnside was an expert on the topic, but, as she explained, there was no point in writing any articles about it. The information changed from day to day and any article about academic cheating would be outdated before it went.