I could only hear their mindled moans and sighs in the darkness.My curiousity was spurred on by what I had seen (or rather, what I could see) and hear... on those few nights when I spied the two of them. As te years went on mom had many friends like Angela. Some were around for a while and others were gone before I could remember their names. They all seemed to have that similar "mannish" quality about them. I would realize that mom preferred these types of women. But for the moment my head was. In all honesty, she was tired of bankrolling him. There was nothing formal in their relationship just two good friends who complimented and comforted one another. Both Ali and Justine had received dozens of messages while they had been fucking. It looked like it was going to be quite a gathering.The beer arrived, and Tom, Ali’s old colleague, had thrown a couple of cases of wine onto the van just in case. He let Ali and Justine have them on a sale or return basis. They enjoyed coffee and talked. " Her top lip was quivering a bit, but she managed to let Richards know that she was ready. "I can meet you out front, sir, " she said realizing that there was no way out now. The girls were forbidden to have cars on campus. They were thought to distract the ladies from learning. They ordinarily took the campus shuttle bus for trips into town, but it was not uncommon for the professors to occasionally drive the girls places. Her ride showed at exactly one o'clock.It was just like Richards-. Down stairs there were five offices, a waiting room and three toilets. There was a coffee room big enough to be used as a conference room and several office supply closets. There was a concrete walk in safe.The upstairs was a luxurious two bed room apartment Both bed rooms had large bath rooms.The living room had a nice kitchen at the head of the stairs.Every thing was just as it was left the evening before the Black Revolution.Every thing both upstairs and down was decorated in perfect taste.