Yvette looked very guilty."I... I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean--" No. It's all right. I forget everything when it comes to you. Everything." Won...t they start to get suspicious?"Yvette pouted. "You don't want me to come over?"Laura kissed her passionately. "I never get enough of fucking you," she whispered huskily. "I want to fuck you again, here, right now." I'll just tell him I'll be a little late, Laura," Yvette said, her eyes glistening and throbbing. "I've got to have you again. We. The strong scent of cigar smoke assaulted his nose and eyes as he stepped into the dimly lit room. Silhouetted by the curtained window, a large man sat at a desk. He raised his head to look at the approaching courier.The man behind the desk didn’t seem to be alarmed by the intrusion of this particular individual, though few men would dare to enter his office unannounced. The alarm sensors indicated that the courier was unarmed. The only metal on the courier’s person was in the special packet he. She told me the door was unlocked and I could come in when I got there. When I walked in she heard the door and yelled out, “I’m here in the den”. I walked in and there she was on the sofa like usual watching tv in her sweatpants and t shirt. She hugged me as I came in and kissed me on the cheek. She asked me how I’d been again and we made small talk while we sat on the sofa genuinely enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t very long before she turned down the tv and told me, “I know why. That was when the student monitor knocked on the door with the message for me to go to Miss Webster’s office.I didn’t think I was in trouble, I couldn’t think of anything I’d done wrong, so I was only a bit nervous when I knocked on the door to the principal’s office and was called to enter. Inside with Miss Webster was the Student Welfare Officer, Mr Shankie. Mr Shankie is the roundest man I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m betting he does Santa somewhere each Christmas. He wouldn’t need any.