I expected you to be graduating with honors in May. Now, I find that all of that may change." And why is that, Mr. Jefferson?" I asked naively."Becaus... you single-handedly destroyed my football team, Mr. Robinson," Mr. Keifer exploded. "You injured my all state tailback and my middle linebacker. Neither of them will be playing this week. We'll be lucky if we make State thanks to you."I stared at him incredulously. Then I turned and looked at Mr. Jefferson.Mr. Jefferson frowned. "I have no. I'm glad you figured that out. But we have got to do something about my privacy!" Grace thought still a little miffed."Why don't we talk to Catherine when you get back? She has something she does. Maybe she can teach you to do it to," I suggested."Oh! That reminds me. We got Catherine's message about flying back tonight after graduation, but she didn't say why. And what did Nicky want me to do for you?" Grace asked."Why don't I just replay it for you?" Okay. But they should start calling us up. It went under my desk and came out with a piece of paper, holding it up so I could see it, before it dissolved. I wondered it the slime would keep growing, I certainly didn't need hundreds of pounds of slime trying to have sex with me. The tendril moved toward me, the last foot or so splitting into several finer tendrils that gently, but firmly took my hand, urging it into a flat palm up position. A pale pink marble dropped into my palm. The marble was hard and glassy, lacking the luster I. She began to relax, then began to get into it. She glanced around furtively a couple more times, but she was obviously enjoying herself. Pretty soon her eyes closed, then her full breasts began to sway slightly as she moved. I rubbed myself through my pants, enjoying the show and wishing I could unzip and join her. Soon she was getting very close, I could tell. And of course that’s when the waitress decided to approach. I really didn’t want her to catch my wife, but there was the possibility.