I slowly gathered up my books and started for the door. I decided to stop at the washroom before going to Mr. Smith's office. After I took care of bus...ness I looked at the mirror to see if I looked okay. Maybe if Mr. Smith liked the way I looked he would be easier on me.I smoothed down my long blonde hair and reached into my backpack for some lip gloss. After applying the gloss and straightening my school skirt I left for Mr. Smith's office.I looked at the clock and noticed that I was passed. For all you know, he got stabbed someplace.”That didn’t seem very likely to me. I have been a cop for years and pretty much know how a stabbed person reacts, but I didn’t say anything. She sat him on the toilet lid and started pulling his shirt off over his head. He was completely out of it, or so it seemed, and as she pulled on the shirt, he fell forward against her, his head on her chest. This was actually starting to look pretty funny and I was wishing I had put new batteries in my digital. Every great entertainer holds that one thing back, that big hit, that golden oldie everyone remembers, that magic jump shot from the three point line to win the game. Today, we're entertainers. You've put on a great show thus far. There's not a straight man in here that doesn't want to fuck you. Hell, you might have converted most of the rest. I want to send them away happy, so I've got a big encore planned. I promise it won't be that bad." Yes, Master."Walking back behind her, I set my bag. Cliff picked up the two-step quickly but the Cotton-eye Joe was a challenge. They had fun together and on the way back to the cabin Cliff hoped that he would get to sleep with Robin. That did not happen and they both slept in separate bedrooms. Cliff kept thinking about her athleticism and firm figure. He loved her ass but he knew that it was going to be off limits. Cliff woke up in the middle of the night to pee. He went to the bathroom to piss and when he returned to the bedroom he had.