I'm notthe janitor and it's a cheap uniform easily available at department storeseverywhere. The corridor is usually deserted. I only mop when someone...comesalong. I inspect the merchandise as it parades to the woman's washroom from theparty. I'm patiently waiting for some Grade A fuckmeat to be all by her littlelonesome in the little girl's room. I hear the click of high heels around the corner coming my way and startmopping with the casual boredom of the professional floor cleaner. My fantasy. Instead, she began unbuttoning her blouse. Letting it fall to the ground, she quickly reached behind her and let her bra follow the blouse. Then she moved to face my dad who was still sitting in his lawn chair. Dad quickly reached for the hem of her skirt and raised it until her panties were exposed. He placed his other hand on her thigh and moved it upward until he was rubbing her pussy through her panties. I did not know what was going to happen next but she just stood there letting my dad. When I went into the back room it was filled with boxes of beautysupplies, there was an old dinette table and four chairs. On the tablewas a stack of beauty magazines and catalogs. There was also a pack ofcigarettes and an ashtray with about a dozen lipstick stained butts init. I sat there and very nervously waited. In about ten minutes shecame back and asked me if I had my cigarettes and lipstick. I told herthat I had gotten rid of them when I realized that she had recognizedme on the road. Both had decided that they must be lesbian and wanted to explore each other in more depth.They were in a cafe talking about the upcoming weekend and making plans. Unknown to them a young man, not much older than Samantha, overheard their conversation. His name was Edward, though he will be referred to only as E later in the story. He called seven of his friends and began to make plans of his own. Edward, you see, had been a junior when Samantha was a freshman and had been one of the boys.