“How do you dare to enter my room? Ever heard about privacy?” she hissed. Greg pointed towards the room door. “But the sign was blue….and that...is a welcome sign”. “Shit”, she said. “You could have raped me.” Greg’s voice sounded upset and hurt. “Lola, we have a code of honor here. We never do anything like that.” Lola sighted and did not dare to look at Greg. She felt so stupid. “Why did I come here?” she said, and this was more a question to herself than to Greg. “Why don't I get a coffee, and. Looking down at Kirsty, she had a huge smile on her face, and she was still breathing very heavily quietly she said, “thank you Sir”, I smiled back and said, “no need to keep saying sir now” “OK Boss”, which made me chuckle. “We had better get you cleaned up” I said. Looking down at her laid in the foetal position, her hair was a tangle and a mess, her grip way to far down, her face had make-up streaks from both eyes, her lipstick, all but gone, except for a few smudges, away from her luscious. "You'll do fine, Honey. Just keep working at it. Anything good is worth the work you have to put in to get it, you know that. Now, elbows off the table."So off my mind went off on a tangent again. What did she mean? Was she talking about us? Was she talking about law school, or about us? Why did she have to revert to Bossy Mom, telling me to get my elbows off the table? What would it be like to fuck her? "Touch me there. Lick that. Suck on my tits. Rub your tongue over my nipples. Don't use. We are all here for you. We will be here for you as long as you need us." I found it strange that she wore a bra under her nightgown. I found out later that Tom insisted on it. I felt her large boobs pressed into my chest. I thought of Jimmy with his face pressed into Brenda's breasts. It's hard to deny the calming effect of a large set of boobs.When Sally finally seemed to calm down, the doorbell rang which started to get her going again. "It's ok. It's probably the Sheriff." I am sure it's.