I'd scoop up a tray and get out as fast as I could, Priscilla and my mother giggling the entire time.We stacked the food out on the tables with prices...on them. Reina, our secretary, had volunteered to run the cash register. She was already sitting there, a smug look on her face. “I can't leave the money unattended,” she'd said when we started. “You know, I'm responsible.”Soon, the tables the futa-janitors set out for us, as per some arcane union rule only allowing them to do it, quivered with. The only thing that could release me from my worries was the intense orgasms she pulled forth in me when we had sex. After the initial adrenaline-like bliss gave way I began contemplating my purpose in this society. I knew perfectly well what nymphs did to humans. Ever since I was little I had been fed stories about men seduced by these wonderful forest creatures and stripped of every ounce of life force. This dawned on me as I over the days felt increasingly tired. Even though I ate and slept. I'll be needing my rest after the sail back from England." I growled, pushing his arm from my shoulder. "Perhaps next year. Now, if you will, I must be heading back to my home for the eve." Be weary, Mr. LeBair." Father Kimbell called to me, as I staggered away from the two. "God knows you."Ha! Right! God knows me? Was that meant as a threat, or a pleasure? Bah, I chose to forget it and move on. I still had to find a prostitute for the night, but was damn well not going to say that in front of. About mid-morning, Tammy went to Ralph Stewart's principal's office and asked his secretary, Beth, if she could talk to Mr. Stewart privately. Beth paged in to Mr. Stewart, and then she showed Tammy into his office and closed the door behind her."Hello, Tammy," Ralph Stewart said, as he got up and walked over to where she'd sat down in a chair in front of his desk. "What do you mean by coming here to my office when I didn't ask for you?" he whispered under his breath. "What's going on?" Ralph,.