“I need some coffee, is this still good?” the whore asked, as she moved through the kitchen as if she owned it.“Fetch me a mug, Cutty.”Donna q...ickly grabbed a mug from the table and handed it to her.“Next time, have the coffee fresh.” The woman remarked.“I’m sorry.” Donna replied.“We’re not really polite aren’t we, Cutty?” The woman said sternly.“I’m sorry, Ms ... Teacher.” Donna corrected herself, still not knowing the woman’s name.It was obvious this woman was into her situation too. She had. .. when you have them. I've always had them. Daddy went into public service once he had his law degree. He met my mother overseas, brought her back to the States, and joined a fancy law firm. I've been in private schools my whole life. It was in college, at Cornell, that I added several new heroines to my list. Gwendolyn Brooks, Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison. And I decided I would try to honor my predecessors the way they had honored there's ... by being unique. I would write ... in my own words,. . and after the night before, he wouldn’t willingly put back on what he’d been wearing.“Did I see robes in the bathroom?”“Yes you did, Harry,” Carol replied. “Anytime you want to finish up in that slut on your lap, and get your ass up, you can retrieve one. Plus, the laundry fairies came while we were asleep. Our clothes are clean and folded, just waiting for us.”“You’re just being mean because I wasn’t wearing my brace last night when I got up and fucked Bethie...”“Yep, sure enough. If our. Friday had been an incredible day, highlighted by the two new girls. Joy turned out to be every bit the sexpot she'd advertised. And Carmen had done a total 180' spiritually ... well, at least for yesterday. I was a little worried that this simple, honest girl might even have gone home and spilled everything to her parents, buttt ... the other part of me figured that Joy likely stepped in and counseled her friend to keep it under wraps. Secrecy had been the glue that kept my run of good luck.