She held the half-naked Sandy to her, breathing deep of the girl's bewitching scent, kissing her with a passion she'd seldom shown a lover before.Afte... a long while they drifted apart. Sandy was swaying, mouth agape, staring dazedly up at her teacher. "Miss Ayers," she gasped. "Oh, Miss Ayers." Dear girl," cooed the woman. "I promised you a reward, if you were strong... and you have truly earned it."She turned to her desk and, with one violent sweep of her arm, sent the items that covered it –. "Where are you going Ambie? You're going with this girl? Who the hell is she? How far is her house, it better not be on the moon. I'll drive you so your safe." Yes I'm going with this girl, her name is Hanna, I met her in school. She only lives a few blocks away, so we can walk back, we will be fine Dad." Okay, be careful, don't get in an accident. Come home soon, you know how I get when I'm alone." Amber's dad said as he turned, walking on wobbly legs back into the kitchen."Sorry, he gets. The passengers are your responsibility. Remember ... everyone else on the road is a homicidal maniac ... they want to kill you ... some of them don't mind dying doing it.Manchester to Boston, 70 miles more or less. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading home ... it's not far.I. When she got out, I was surprised that she was dressed a lot sexier than the last time I had seen her. She was wearing a pair of short khaki shorts and a slightly tight T-shirt.“Barnim, how are you doing?”“I’m OK. How are you doing Kiku?”“Great, I’m getting ready to leave for college next week.”“Awesome, so where are you going?”“Stanford, they offered me a full academic scholarship.”“Wow, that’s great. You seem more relaxed and carefree.”“Yeah, my parents have let up on me since the scholarship.