Beverly had phoned ahead that morning to make sure the place was open on a Saturday and was surprised to be greeted on the phone by the President of B...anke Schande College herself. The President told Beverly she was free for half an hour and would be more than happy to give them all a very quick tour of the place when they arrived.When George finally pulled the car into the BSC carpark it all seemed very quiet and innocent enough until they all saw the Sophomore Swimming Team march across in. Too fast and he’s just a one speed teenager bumbling about. But my stranger seems to have at least some inkling as to what he’s doing.We fall into the sensual dance done throughout the ages. It is simple and effortless, as only a good lover can bring out of a woman. Our clothes find themselves scattered across the floor. His body hard and lean; I welcome him with my heated embrace. His body flexes and ripples against my touch, as my hands glide along his sweat soaked skin. I can’t help myself. " First off, I told you that I've never heard anything about what goes on in Rob's office. Yes I danced with him a lot tonight, but since you don't or won't dance with me I dance with anyone who asks. So Brian asked me more often than anyone else, what does that prove? Kisses under the mistletoe are nothing new, it happens every year and you've never bitched about it before. We were in the room because Brian wanted to tell me privately that I was going to be made head of accounting after the. " Whatever else she had said was lost to the softening of thesound by the house, and the deafening crashing and clattering. Kaitiehad knocked over her CD tower and jewelry box... again."Kaitie..." Sarah said, coming to the open door that joined their rooms,via a common bathroom. "Calm down." She knelt down and helped pick upthe 'critical' things - what Kaitie was using right then, or that wouldstain the carpet. The rest, she decided, could wait until later. Otherthan that her room was.