‘You came prepared.’ He watched as she exchanged her boots for runners. ‘I did. We talked about maybe going for a walk after lunch, so I brought...them just in case.’ Standing up she was now three inches short than she was in her heels. Locking her car again she said, ‘Where are you parked?’ ‘Right over there,’ He pointed to a vehicle parked two rows over and one car down from where they stood. A few short strides had them next to his SUV. Unlocking her door, he went around and got in the. She placed the master Rumple Stiltskin disc in her purse, then hefted itup onto her shoulder as she stepped into the three inch heels beforeheading for the door.Outside she locked her door and again set the alarm before walking towardthe back fence. She knew which panel to push open and stepped throughquickly. Then closed it behind herself. She let herself in and scannedthe house quickly. No one had been there. Smiling she pulled out hersuitcases that she'd already packed the day before in. He thought I didn’t know it was him), his Dad was the vicar of Dumfield so James was pretty well obliged to come; he definitely wasn’t religious material then. He’s a bishop now (I changed his name to protect his blushes). The school was empty by now except for the cleaners; teachers all zoomed off for the pub on a Friday. I took the back exit across the staff car park, only one car still there. Emily’s, I mean Miss Jameson’s, Citroen 2CV. A real statement – “I’m a lefty, Guardian reading, tree. He placed his hand just below my naval, so his thumb was over my belly button and his pinkie touch the waist band of my underwear. I was quickly reminded that I did strip down to my underwear before jumping under the covers. I had a sporty pair of briefs on made of a thinner material. I remember because I loved the way they felt whenever my cock would press against them. Now I was wondering if the decision to wear them would help betray me. His first several movements were his hand sliding.