"Go away, go away," she chanted under her breath, willing the phone to be for someone else, but the quiet, polite knock at her door might as well have...been a sonic boom."Miri?" came a half familiar voice who's tone seemed distracted, "You up yet? You've got a call from some guy named Dave."'Dave?' Miranda pondered inwardly, running through the list of no less than eight Dave's she met in her carrier as a courier. "Which one?" she called out groggily, tossing the pillow aside and sitting up."Um,. Marquaise almost stumbled as the page stopped at a large wooden door. She smiled demurely and tried to hide the flush of her cheeks and suppress the dampness between her legs at the memory. The page ignored her and simply offered the key to Taressi who curtsied and smiled as the page turned and left hem alone in the hall. Marquaise closed her eyes trying to stop the memories, but only reopening them to her ruin. Marquaise was panting and gasping like a common room whore bent over a tavern bar. I covered it immediately. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I control it? “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me, but you’re going to have to do a way better job of hiding it.” I put my head down in embarrassment. The guys left in time to catch the activity bus. I didn’t want to ride with them, so I pretended to lost track of time cleaning the locker room. Coach came out of his office ready to leave and was shocked to see me. “What are you doing here, kid?” “I was cleaning up and lost. As was her new custom she pretended not to notice Daniel’s gawking eyes and slack jaw while she, purposely, jiggled around the small house. Instead of walking directly to the loveseat (small couch) she went out of her way to step over her still gazing son and lightly kick him in the head. He stared straight up at his mother’s panties she made the motions of a few more lifeless kicks at him. “You gotta a problem, young man?” she playfully questioned as she continued a light-hearted attack.