“I’m not. I’ve got a boyfriend, actually...there was just something about you, something about those clothes. You’re fucking gorgeous, you kno... that?”“Yeah...” Amber said with a smile.There was another long pause.“So, are you?” Heather asked, and Amber shook her head in response.“Nope,” she said. “I guess I’m just...exploring my dyke side a bit.”To the dismay of the gaggle of boys who had gathered outside the window, Amber closed the blinds, and helped Heather get up.“Oh dear...” she said, a. She was sobbing and pleading with me not to leave her like this.I had her then. I knew she would obey. I had her summon Rosa in. She was still smirking until she saw the change in atmosphere."Now here's the deal," I started with Mr. Franklin, "I will fuck Emily whenever I wish; and you will pick up the tab, Bill. Have I made myself clear? It is going to cost you $500.00 a week in cash."Emily was smiling from ear to ear. "Yes Thomas," she replied. "I am available whenever and wherever you wish.". She appeared to have a nice set of jugs for her age and was sure showing them to anyone who wanted a good look. The real surprise was her mother, Joan. She had lost twenty, maybe twenty-five pounds, all in the right places. Harold made a mental note to drill some holes in her room immediately. However she cut him dead when it came to introductions and small talk. Beverly the other sister hated him as the result of a peep hole gone bad. She made his mother give her the roll of film he had taken. Special Program Allison Carter put the Abbingdon Girls School prospectus on the kitchen table with a thoughtful look on her face. The school was an exclusive private girls boarding school and had a reputation for turning out graduates with guaranteed places at Oxford or Cambridge. At 39 years old, Allison found herself widowed and now solely responsible for her 16-year-old daughter. With the life insurance from her late husband now processed, she would be able to afford the best possible.