So she stopped. I hope she was – uh – satisfied at the ARQ.”“I hope she survived it.”“Do you think there was really any danger?”“No. N...dine would have warned dad. But there must always be some lurking for fresh meat. I didn’t get any feeling for how naive or sophisticated Olwen was.”“I guess the ARQ would give her a rapid education.”“If necessary. As I said, I got no feeling. I read what was there, but sex wasn’t what the serpent revealed.”“So there might not have been anything to reveal.”“Or. A trip to the townboard of education with her state paperwork was next in order.They presented her paperwork from the state to enroll her, and chose alist of courses. She managed to take almost exactly what she had takenher first freshman year-Algebra, World History, English, German (shedemonstrated a knowledge of the language), Phys Ed, Study Hall andlunch. She had originally been a trumpet player in the band, but inthis life she couldn't demonstrate any ability in that area, so shemanaged. As I reached down between my legs, I started fingering my pussy, groaning as I rubbed my swollen clit.“You want this, don’t you, Tiger?”“Yes,” he said almost growling.“Then undress, and do as I say.”It made him crazy, but he was enjoying me taunting him. Slowly, I started peeling the rest of my clothes off. The room was dark, cool and candles flickered, giving the scent of honeysuckle. As I pushed my black skirt and silk panties down my legs to the floor, my eyes were pointed at John.Then, I. As I walked to my car, I wanted so badly to turn around and tell her to come home with me. I didn't want to leave her there.But we were now entering back into the everyday world. We had duties and responsibilities to fulfill. The drive home seemed to take forever. Once again, I entered my lonely house. The only good thing, that I could see, was that I had a precious piece of paper in my pocket.The next morning would be Sunday. I unpacked my gear in the basement and hung the wet stuff up to dry..