"Yes, it looks like you might be lucky. We'll go out in a minute and have a look".So, when we'd finished eating, we went outside. It had turned really...warm again and, although the grass was quite damp still, it was drying quickly and the paving stones round the pool were almost dry."OK", Mum said, "It seems fine. Help me roll back the cover".And so I helped her roll it back and expose our little pool to the sunshine. It may have been only small, but it looked clear and cool and inviting.. His mother broke the silence. "Chris, getting suspended or expelled won't help you meet your goals here."At least she didn't say what they were. He turned to her. "I could still go to school anyway, just not be officially there. That would still work."His mum's voice was sad. "No, Chris, if you get expelled, you won't be allowed on the school grounds."Chris looked to Mr Cartwright, who nodded. Now he was extremely stressed, completely trapped, and he realised that he was shaking."Eric, can we. Her fangs were fully extended, her eyes dilated, and her skin glowing faintly in her full vamp mode. She was definitely beautiful from her pretty pitch black hair, down her soft, dress-clad body, to her dainty little feet. ‘Oh, god,’ I murmured, as I felt myself get wet, the flower of my womanhood swelling noticeably. She smiled, letting her teeth show directly next to my cheek, saying, ‘Not quite god, but soon to be something like it in your eyes.’ She had a slight English accent, I briefly. And the hypnotically talking McDonald caught the almost imperceptible relaxing of her reflexes and grinned in satisfaction to himself. This was what he'd been waiting for, had with consummate skill worked towards for the last boring few hours--and it was just about time to strike. He said suavely: "I could use another refill, Carla. How about you, hmmm?" No, not right now, Mort. I better not." Oh, come on. There's still a little left in the bottle, may as well kill it off." Mort, please. I've.