. I'm guessing you only recently figured out how to make others immune?"I didn't acknowledge or deny what she said. It was true and that only pointed ...o my lack of deductive reasoning. Ignoring her statement, I pressed on. "Where is the server Whisper?"Jennifer just stared at me.Lord Greenwood looked from me to her and back to me again. "Is she..." Whisper's probably looking up the physical address," I suggested."No, I'm trying to decide why you want the address," Jennifer said."If you don't. “Do we have to go back home? Can we stay out late? please James?”“Well most people have turned out their porch lights, most likely Dad is still drunk if not passed out like Mom, he soon will be. We could go through St. Paul’s Cemetery on the way back, stop, and see what we have for candy.”“Are you kidding? That place is haunted, there are ghosts roaming around. No way!’“Ah come on Annie, there are no ghosts, it will be fun. “Anything will be better than going back to that bastard.”The moon was. " He knelt in front of my and pulled down my shorts. He ran his fingers over my dark pink panties. When had my tights become thigh highs? I thought. Maybe they were like that the whole time but I wasn't sure. He rubbed his finger along my pussy lips outside of my panties. "You're already wet, just like always." He slid them down to my shorts. He started rubbing my pussy with two fingers. They felt so good but I didn't want them too. I started struggling again but that didn't do any good. He. It turned out he worked in the admissions office, was married and a very nice guy. He even gave me a few tips and spots here and there and sometimes I’d see him changing in the locker room.The locker room was huge with long aisles of lockers and a long corridor of showers at one end. I’d usually use the same area near the showers and Bruce usually was at the other end of the aisle of lockers in the same row.It wasn’t uncommon for us to be the only guys in the locker room and even when there.