"And your conclusion is?" I'm not sure," she said hesitantly."Have you considered the possibility of a virus?"Her look of dismay told him that she pro...ably hadn't. He felt a little smug that he could still teach them something occasionally."I'll get Henderson to request a full analysis of the code corruption in the Nexus." No," she countered sharply. "I mean that won't be necessary." Natalie," he replied affectionately. "Tell me what you're thinking."She looked at him and thought for several. This is the story of three of those "hard cases"– known here at Franklin Heights as "The Bad Girls Club".Holly Adams, Kimberly Henderson, and Heather McNichols make up this troublesome trio. All three girls are juniors in our high school program here however both Kimberly and Heather would have already graduated had they gone through the regular school program.But both girls flunked twice (each at separate times and different schools) before entering our school. So they are nineteen-year-old. "Gimme the keys," I ordered Melissa - she threw them over to me right away.James left the parking lot in front of us - thought about following him - but then I decided different. I knew Melissa was tired - she was almost asleep on the passenger's seat anyway. That was a good chance to get some thinking done. I worried James with not following him - but he was old enough to take care of himself right now. I drove a little outside of town and stopped on the side of the road on a hill. The lights. I was in heaven and slowly worked up her ankles, calves and thighs until I was touching the lower part of her panties. I could not keep my eyes off of her crack and cheeks. I gave her a good cheek massage through her panties. Every now and then I would hear her vagina open and then close, it sounded like it was taking a breath. I heard her moan, "That was such a great massage, I have to give you one now to pay you back."She got up holding her bra to her chest reached around and redid the clasp..