“How the face?” Jon asked when Sammy stopped at our tables.“Not near as sore as it was on Saturday,” Sammy replied.“It’s not near as color...ul as it was yesterday, either,” Lynette said as she touched her own cheek with her right fingertips.“I guess I won’t have to tell folks about my boyfriend looking worse than me, huh,” Sammy chuckled at her obviously made up cover story.“You didn’t, did you?” Andy asked with a somewhat shocked look on his face.“No, I didn’t say that to anyone. Although I. He'd tried his best,but... he'd failed.Joanne opened the door to the studio and stuck her head in. "Excuse me,Ms Anderson Lopez. Could I see you out here for just a moment?" Sure," Kristen sighed stood from the piano. "Take a break, Bebe. We'lltalk when I come back."John watched her leave and caught Joanne's eye as the door began toshut. Strangely, Joanne winked at him as she turned and looked out intothe hallway. The door didn't close all the way and John could hearvoices outside. He couldn't. It was also my favorite subject. I sat down at my desk in the back of the room and opened my notebook to the part in my story where I had left off the night before. It was my way of ignoring everything around me. Today especially, I wasn’t interested in the drama of my peers. But I couldn’t focus. I really just wanted to put my head down, just for a minute, I would only rest for a minute. I let my eyes flutter shut and felt as my whole world started to spin. And there I was, running. Running. I rubbed pussy faster and spread my pussy lips apart, I closed my eyes for like three seconds and opened to find him goan.The feeling of someone looking at me is incredible, I never felt anything like this before. I was near to get an orgasm, i was disappointed. He was not there. 'He must have thought that, it was wrong' and then I saw his show still waiting outside. His shadow was moving left to right then then stopped. 'He may be fighting with himself, to look or not' i thought to my self..