They kissed passionately and Jane couldn't wait to get him where she had been dreaming of all these weeks. Holding hands like a couple of teenagers th...y hurried upstairs and she felt his hand caressing her buttocks as they ascended. Jane had opted for a pair of black skin tight ski pants and a thin feminine yellow top. She had checked herself in the hall mirror and wondered if the small camel toe she could see was going to be too much - nah she decided, 'if you've got it, flaunt it!'Turning her. This time." and she slammed the phone down onto the cradle. "Bitch!" Jane growled."I guess that means it is all over and I go back to start my jail sentence." came a soft, not-femininely inflected voice.Jane's head snapped up and saw Darla standing in the doorway to the office. One look at the chalk white face told Jane that her student had heard more than enough to know what was going down.Everything inside Jane rebelled against this young man facing prison. Regardless of what the evidence. A tall brunette began to descend down the stairs carrying a tray with a glass of water (presumedly) on it. She was a beautiful figured girl with long black hair tied back to a ponytail, her fringe cut straight across her forehead. Her complexion was pale with her small dark eyes framing her delicately sculptured face. She descended the stairs without as much as a whisper and walked over to Erin her feet gliding noiselessly against the concrete floor. Erin closed her eyes and pretended to be. Which makes me wonder: Just when do you have the revolution planned for?"She looked straight back at me, face showing no expression but a definite gleam in her eyes. "Oh, well ... I thought we could make a start, in a small way, obviously, in ... oh ... I thought ... maybe ... a month or so?" What, start with blowing up a few shops, then move on to the rest?" No, not really – the bomb stuff was merely a metaphor, as well you know. Actually, I was thinking more of starting with CareSpan's.