I wish it was under more pleasant circumstances.’ Like under some mistletoe, she thought. ‘What’s your name? I hate to keep calling you Mr. Fire...an.’ He favored her with another grin. ‘I’m Darryl. Shall we get you to the emergency room now?’ Darryl drove to the Harris Methodist hospital in Southlake. She kept wanting to ask him if he had a girlfriend or wife, but she’d been bold enough for one night and didn’t want to pester him with too many questions. At Harris she was treated for smoke. “You can have it if you want. I need a new one.”“And how long that bag last?”“Couple of years, maybe three.”“And . . . how long do you last?”“What?”“This. . ." he said, gesturing at her with his hand stretched out wide and twisted sideways, in an off-handed gesture at her desirable profile, her shapely legs and bosom, the alluring image of an Asian schoolgirl in the prime of life. “All this, this beauty?”She looked at him without emotion, then her nose wrinkled. “With you?” she asked.His. I’m too fucking short. Never mind looking it up, I will send you a copy. I have a dozen. ‘So, you are getting married. When?’ I had dreaded this question. There was no way I could pull off a nonchalant with Francine. Instead, I went very still, looked Francine straight in the eyes and spit it out. ‘Next Saturday, at Sean’s house. Will you be one of my ladies?’ Up til now, I only thought Francine was unnaturally quiet. She might have turned to stone, except that her mouth fell open and she. "Most of the students from the upper years were hanging out at the park in front of the school with a few going about. Turns out many if not everyone made use of the free rooms the school offered and recommended they take advantage of that as well. Xero was right when he said they aren't wearing panties as both femboys had seen many cocks peeking from under the short skirts.The pulse of loud music could be felt through the walls as they reached the door to the first year common room. It was on.