”“Come on…”“Somebody from our old high school, man. Go check it out.”I tried to think who I knew would be doing something like this now. K...lly? That girl was always poor. The guys always said she was easy. Paige was the bubbly party girl, but she wouldn’t do something like this, I thought. But you never know, I told myself. Mrs. Rimson most likely. She was the young teacher always flirting with the guys. Probably still having fun with young guys.Certainly not a girl I dated in high school since. I don't know what it was like when my mother was a teenager, but every girl my age had touched herself down there, and most of us had figured out a way to get off. Some used a pillow, and others their fingers, but the most popular thing at my school was the handle of a hairbrush. There's a reason teenage girls buy smooth, hard-handled hairbrushes, and keep them on the nightstand right next to their beds.I'd done my share of playing with my hairbrush, so I had an idea of what was going on. Sheila had made a minor point of saying to the staff and students that she was having the work done to get rid of biological samples from her lab.The back wall had another gate and a nearby building. This was off-limits and said to be just a place for security. Sam said there was a big basement and a tunnel to get to the basement of the main house.The next building was large too and this was the garage. Above it was the lab that we were not allowed to enter. Sam said that there was a basement. "Nope, We bought tickets all the way to Portland." I suspect you two won't see Portland any more than Sam or I will see The Dalles," Jenna said, taking a seat.The waitress came, and Sam and Jenna added their order to Becky and Tom's. Once the waitress was gone, the four of them looked each other over a bit before Jenna observed, "Perhaps this isn't the place to be having this conversation." You're right, I'm sure," Sam agreed. "In fact, the way things are going, I don't think we need to have.