You could flunk a test and get a chance to repeat it but flunk any three tests and you were history. A passing grade was a minimum of a 70, however, w...ich was the equivalent of a C-. If you couldn’t get through the place at that level, you probably shouldn’t be given a gun and turned loose on the public. In addition to the weekly tests, you also had various mid-terms and finals.More interesting were the ‘hands-on’ tests, where you were taught actual procedures and then had to demonstrate you. “Where to?” the driver asked cheerfully.I looked at Darren who returned my rather misty but meaningful gaze with a smile and raised eyebrows“My place?” he asked.My tummy filled with butterflies. Even in my slightly inebriated state, I could tell that an unexpected watershed had just been reached. I knew full well what would inevitably happen if I said yes and went back to Darren’s shared house with him. I looked at myself; at my sensible work clothes, at my middle aged reflection in the car’s. “I said I would, so I’ll do it. There's some lube in my nightstand drawer. My vibrator has gone in my butt a few times.”“What did you think?”“Actually, it wasn’t that bad,” she replied. “I think it’s just one of these things I’d do from time to time, but not every time.”She positioned herself on all fours to give her brother access to her rear. Brain gently kissed her butt cheeks, then turned his attention to her puckered hole.His tongue explored the opening, poking in and out.“That feels nice,. Their small arms enveloped my legs, as the girls shouted, "Lord Solon! We missed you." A quick peck on their foreheads was enough for them to release me. I wiped my brow, wet from the run up hill.Sparrow seemed relaxed and relieved that they found me. He said, "Mistress Grimm sent us looking for you. She came through the Western Gate and I told her you were home."The children and I chatted about Agate's Pools and Ember's Spring. I gave them the official word― that it wasn't cursed ground ―and.