The only male that had ever entered her apartment was some years younger than her, clearly her brother, and then only when she first moved in. The on...y female was her mother. In between her work and her classes, she had time to date men, but none ever seemed to come to her door. But the camera trained on her bed showed clearly and frequently that she masturbated and cried out when she did. John watched her for two months and in that time took opportunities to speak to her. She was. We changed from the traditional dancing position to me with my hands on her hips and she with her arms around my neck. We were oblivious to the other dancers and the music, lost in our own time and space. ‘Do you come here often?’ I asked. ‘Only during the mating season.’ She smiled up at me. ‘And I’m ready to mate.’ ‘Have you found a victim, I mean partner yet?’ She nuzzled my neck, and from down there I heard her whisper, ‘I do believe that I have.’ ‘That’s nice, anyone I know?’ The sensation. After that, I walked down to his classroom. Knock Knock “Come on in the door is open.” “Hello, Mr. Black my name is Francine Livingston.” “May I call you Francine?” “Yes, that would be fine.” “Have a seat please. As you know, your daughter Annie is not doing well in my class. She does not pay attention and often looks like she daydreams. She does her homework, but has been getting low marks on her tests. We have a big problem here. I don’t think she’ll be passing my class.” “Well surely. I hoped she'd want help before the night was through.In the kitchen I sat for a few minutes with Anna who had managed to get off the dance floor. We talked about the men outside, which ones we fancied. Which ones to avoid. The bald man apparently was nearly always at the party, but only ever did things when the girl was holding a tray or was otherwise busy. "He's harmless, but a strange bugger." She said giggling.I had noticed Richard, the person who had got Anna and me to dress up as.