“Do you like how my toes look? I got a pedicure two days ago so they would look beautiful for you. Here, let me scrunch them so you can see better.�...� She scrunched up her toes and showed off the wrinkles on her soles, just barely visible behind the dirty pantyhose, but visible enough to drive me wild. I was so hard I could barely believe it, and unknowingly my hand began to play with my dick while she was giving me the foot show. She scoffed a bit, rolled her eyes, leaned over, and slapped me in. I logged in and saw it. I figured he was from around by me since that was one of the options I put, and people look for someone nearby. The message said to e-mail him and had the address. Why not, I was looking for someone. Someone I’d have sex with or someone I’d have a relationship with. So I copied his e-mail address, and re-logged in to my mail service. He was worth it. I never lose a guy’s e-mail address. NEVER. I pasted it into the to line and sent him an e-mail letting him know who it. The only evidence left that she had been hurt at all was the crusted blood that spotted her smooth skin here and there."Thank you," I said as the light vanished, but Lela was gone.I found our clothes in a pile, near where Derek had come out of the shadows, and quickly dressed Gina first. I had a hard time getting her undergarments on, having had a lot more practice getting them off, but soon she was fully covered. I dressed myself, before standing in front of the motionless statue that was. Oh shit, here we go, I thought, curtain up on Act One."What's that about?" Fran asked.I played innocent, and shrugged and waved as I answered the call, my heart suddenly hammering. Shit I was scared!The sight that greeted me in the front office, with its high counter, cubby-holes for mail, ringing phones, teachers rushing in and out, rows of file cabinets, computers and piles of papers -- so much for the paper-less office -- made my heart slam to a stop before it resumed beating like a jungle.