“I’m sorry,” Dean Peterson said when he came out of his office. “I was going to do this all at once, but I’ve decided I need to speak to eac... of you individually. Jason Roe?” A guy sitting next to me stood up and went with the Dean. My stomach growled, but it was a cinch I wasn’t going to get any lunch again today. I sniffed at my clothes—thankfully I’d found something fairly clean to wear today—thinking I might not make it to Visual Concepts. Ms. Brockman wouldn’t be happy about that.It took. The bedroom door was already cracked open, so I peeked in.What I had heard wasn't kissing, it was actually Lisa eating Jennifer out. Jennifer was laying on the bed with her legs spread wide and Lisa's face was in between. I could tell Jennifer was in ecstacy already from her expression, but she was a quiet one, if you know what I mean.Jennifer must have been ready for a break, because she pushed Lisa away and reached into a bag she had near the bed. She pulled out a strap-on dildo and some. After getting a quick bite to eat for breakfast I left the house and got to my car with no problems. It was fortunately still dark out, so I don't think anyone could see me. As I drove to work and noticed the gas gage was below 1/8th of a tank so I would have to get gas tonight. Hopefully my tormentors would let me have something to wear so I could stop and fuel up. And then I could get some groceries too. They're probably too cruel though. I dread what they'll come up with to humiliate me. Personally, I find them unpleasant to deal with. But then,these particular ones are in no condition to do much of anybullying. I take quick stock of their condition. They aredying.I treat the worst first. From my medicine pouch, I produceleaves and herbs. My position affords me a relationshipwith the land, the earth, and the sky, and forces of lifeand death. I draw upon that relationship. I feel myselfswelling with the very power of the world. That power, I inturn give to the herbs, to draw out.