“Girls!” I warned, bringing their attention back to me.“Sir,” they chorused.“Recognise any of the following type of equations?” I asked.Th...y looked at them blankly and my heart sank slightly, clearly my predecessor hadn’t thought the girls needed any grounding in algebra.“Algebra isn’t it?” Teresa asked.“Yes. It’s a way of finding an answer from not enough or missing inputs,” I replied. “Usually involving transposition of the elements of a formula.”“Right...” she replied uncertainly.“We’ll go. Pain erupted again, this time at the side of his head. Unwilling, he turned around, hauled by a grip on his ear, to look down into the outraged face of a high priestess. Before he could say a word, her hand rose and dealt him a stinging slap across the side of his face. ‘What the HELL do you think you are doing to yourself?’ she snarled. Paul looked at her, then himself. All the events of the last several days seemed to crash into his brain at once. Wagers for impossibly high stakes, new. The woman in front of me turned and gave me a knowing smile. It felt better knowing someone commiserated with my pain. She had slightly disheveled long jet black hair that reached halfway down her back. About a half inch of the ends of her hair was dyed purple, almost like it was dipped. Strange, since the cute crinkle in her eyes made me think she was in her thirties. I always thought of purple hair as something for kids. Her clothes looked a little worn, faded t-shirt and jeans starting to. Tammy grinned proudly. His hand shot out and grabbed one of her breasts. “Ouch! Not so hard, Josh!” Then her voice softened. “Be tender with them.” He began to massage her breast. “Fair is fair, Josh. Let me run my hand over your crotch.” He stiffened as she grasped his growing bulge with her hand and squeezed it. He groaned. “Use your other hand. Take both my breasts in your hands and squeeze them,” she suggested. Josh obeyed. They didn’t say a word. All that could be heard was their.