Access to the lodge was restricted to guests of Paradise Found of course, and even though the Hideaway was no more than four hundred yards from the in..., transportation was readily available. For those flying in by private plane, there was Bridgewater Airpark and a shuttle to Paradise Found could be arranged with a simple phone call. The Inn was busy as usual and almost full and things were running along very smoothly until Frank Kennedy the manager at the Hideaway got a call on his cell phone. The he in question was Mr. Ronald Poindexter. He was the principal at the high school I was then attending. His slapping me was highly illegal. I could have had his job if I'd reported him to the school board. I could have sued him for everything he had, if I'd been so inclined. I didn't report him though, and didn't file suit against him either. Valerie Poindexter, his daughter, was one of my girls, my sometimes lover, the girl I'd just learned was supposedly carrying my unborn child.Not an. Locking her door behind her, she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder."Don't you think you're a bit under dressed?" said the voice.Kevin had been preparing this for weeks. Once his transmitter was ready, he was finally able to pick a subject, and Olivia was going to be the one. He had slipped his pill into her drink Friday night, and now that it was Monday, it should have finally been ready.He headed out into the hallway and made his way to the student lounge. From where he was sitting, he could. They had a three-inch heel but his black work slacks obscured most of shoes on his feet. It was clearly evident that he was wearing deep beige sandal foot nylons and his rose-pink painted toenails poked out from the bottom of his slacks. He was oblivious to what he was doing or how he looked and started pricing new make-up for work.A pair of teenage girls was in the make-up isle as well. Dressed in jean shorts, thongs and pastel tanks, they made eye contact with him and looked him over in.