Her mouth dried up and the juices in her pussy began to flow freely, soaking the crotch of her cotton panties. Hot frantic ideas swarmed through her m...nd. If she couldn't have a boy, she needed something. Her blue eyes glowed. She would have Gypsy! Anything would be better than her fingers."It's going to be a ball, Gypsy," she sighed dreamily. "You're going to be my new boyfriend."Gypsy tossed his head in the air and neighed. His big black eyes seemed to widen as he snorted and pawed the. "Timothy, I can call you Timothy can't I? No, I think I like Tim better. You don't mind that do you Tim?" I asked as I looked at the plaque on the desk.It read Timothy Smythe. For the love of god! It was another name I recognized from the report.The man hadn't even bothered to introduce himself when he met me. I thought that was rude, but I was here for something far more sinister anyway."Before you dismiss me you out of hand I you need to tell the Congressman this, I'm the husband of Katie. And the back yard. Again, guests are not welcome in the non-public parts of the house.”“So, where’s the lake?”“Huh, what lake?”“Well, I mean, it is called the Lakehouse, after all. So, where’s the lake?”Margaret laughed. “Honey, there hasn’t been a lake here since the Depression. Ever since they put the dam in Howterville, the lake has been a dry lake. Sorry kid, just well water now.”It took several days for Jennifer to get the hang of her new responsibilities. Margaret showed her the office, a. From the little bit that she'd talked with the professor, Weatherford College seemed to be an option and might be interesting; she knew that several kids from Spearfish Lake had gone there over the years, and from that she knew a little about the place.Weatherford College was a private school, and from what she knew a pretty good one with a good reputation, and that was good. However, it was also supposed to be pretty expensive, not exactly a Harvard or equivalent, but still not cheap.One of.