.. they know you’ll fuck almost anything in a skirt, but they won’t forgive you this when they see it.” She slapped the tin with her crop, makin... him gape in astonishment as the cold truth dawned upon him.“ ... even if many or most of them are turned on by your indulgence, we all know what hypocrites men are!” The cascade of cruel laughter from all but the two hooded women, and Lucy, had his anus tingling wildly, the dilemma terrifying, yet somehow potently arousing. Kay’s face turned a little. I wanted to feel him inside of me, fucking me hard over his desk, pushing my legs back to go deeper--“Ashleigh?” Mr. Fuller’s voice broke through my daydream, and brought me back to reality.“Y-yes?” I had no idea what was going on. An equation was written on the board, along with some notes I really should have been taking.“Is everything alright? You seem a bit distracted,” he said.I quickly pulled out my notebook and began copying everything on the board. “Yeah,” I muttered, “Everything’s. This fire was not going to be a major financial blow to anybody, except for the Butler plantation who owned the warehouse.The interesting thing about a bale of cotton is that once it starts to burn, it is damned nearly impossible to extinguish the fire. Thus, we would have a long term diversion going if we could just get those bales of cotton to start burning. That is not as easy as it sounds, but it can be done. The warehouse, itself, was approximately 250’x200’, and it would be a major fire. NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC WAS NEVER LIKE THIS!African beauty queenWith topknot,Braids,And breastsAkimbo,Stretched and swingingFar leftUpon her chocolate chest,Behind her:An azure skyWithout a hut or frond in sight:National Geographic was never like this!BALLOONINGBreasts pressedAnd flattenedAgainst a glass tabletopLoom largeAbove the carpet,Nipples become pink-brown ovals.I wait in my place.Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons.