It wasn’t an alarm clock at all. It was a telephone! Still half asleep, Lucy reached for her phone and tried to answer it, dropping the device in th... folds of her bedspread. Scrambling to answer before the machine cut in, she cursed silently to herself.“Hello?” she croaked into the receiver.“Hi Lucy. It’s Marsha. Marsha Middleton? You sound like I woke you up or something.”“Yeah, I guess I slept in this morning. What time is it, anyway?” she asked the caller.:Almost ten thirty. I figured you’d. Having to practically pick myself up off the floor I found myself following the coach through the hallways of the school to the wrestling roomseemed appropriate since there was a certain type of wrestling about to happen. I was surprised to find the room much darker, save for another three cameras and lights behind them focusing on some mats on the floor. Take this, and lose the shoes and socks, he commanded as he held out a note card. I took the offered card and sat down on the mats in the. "It's ... okay, I guess." So your nipples aren't very sensitive then?"The blonde's frown deepened. "Well, they get sore sometimes, if that'swhat you mean." Then a thought seemed to strike her. "Do you like yourtits being stroked? The way Cindy does sometimes?"Jordan smiled. "Well, yes ..." She opened up her robe, took Bianca'sunresisting hand, and guided it to one of her small breasts. After aminute or two, the blonde glanced at Jordan for permission, got it, andbrought her mouth to bear as. Rita gave me a list of things to get and said she would keep Dad company. I got halfway to the store when I realized I forgot my wallet and turned back to get it. I parked out front and ran in through the garage. The wallet was just where I left it in the kitchen, so I grabbed it and turned to go when I heard something sounding like sobbing coming from the living room. I quietly peered around the kitchen into the living room and saw Rita sitting next to Dad on the couch. She was wiping her eyes.