I don’t do much my first day back, go to my two classes, hand in my work that I had done for when I was gone, then sit in the library and think.So I...say we just protest out and when she bitches sic the Dad on her.Which Dad?The lawyer, he’ll screw her up nicely.NO.I don’t mean to be disrespectful but we’ve been at this longer than you…AND I HAVE DONE MORE TO DESTROY THOSE THAT STAND BEFORE US IN A FRACTION OF THE TIME THAN YOU HAVE SO QUIET YOUR NOISE AND HAVE HIM FIND SOMEONE TO HURT. I. Jessica?Jesse wore only a long white t-shirt, which she'd grabbed from thecloset when leaving the bedroom. She absolutely swam in it. It hungjust below her hips, exposing the tops of her smooth legs, down to herbare feet. The shirt looked like it belonged to a giant. Her collarbonewas visible above the neckline. The tips of her breasts pushed thefront of the shirt forward, and Jesse could feel the cool air ticklingher sensitive stomach in the empty space it created below the tent.This is. A lot of lousy people live in this world. They destroy lives. They destroy careers. They’re bad news. And they feel absolutely no remorse for anything that they do. Such people are known as the sociopaths. Our good friend Lenny Forester was one of them. And now he’s worm food. The world is better without him in it, trust me. Yeah, I’ve met quite a few men like Lenny Forester, and a few women. Like a certain lady named Raquel Winston who swindled dozens of old couples out of their life’s. I took a second, harder look at Leslie. Her puffy nipples were rock hard, poking against the material of her tight, cropped shirt. The material of her shorts was pulled tight between the lips of her pussy, making a definite camel toe, with just a hint of darkening at the apex.Damn, I thought to myself. It looks like her pussy is wet and leaking through her shorts!She continued talking as I scanned her up and down with my eyes. I finally came back to reality and heard what she was.