" She picks up the phone and pages Mrs. Beasley to the office. A few minutes later she walks in. Mrs. Beasley is a sexy 30 year old blonde, about five...foot tall with good looking legs and decent sized tits. She's dressed in a red dress with matching heels. I follow them to a trailer behind the school. "Ok y'all take a seat in the front." We watch her walk around the room closing the blinds. Opening the closet she takes out video cameras and set them up around the room. Sitting on her desk she. I was coming to the end of her exam, and as I ran my hands gently over her lowest rib, I started to tell her that everything seemed fine, and that it was probably just the stress of the last two months that was wearing her down. Lisa turned to me with a look I could not read, like a devilish innocence hiding wicked intentions, and said, "this is a little unusual, but I actually hurt…you know… 'down there'. It feels like a deep pressure, soreness or tingling, and was hoping that it would not be. But at this moment, I had at least nine weeks of freedom, during which I could pursue this quest. I can't deny that I was excited at the prospect.No navigator, I had nonetheless equipped myself with the finest available charts of the Pacific Ocean area where Sally Island was located. It wasn't close to anything. While there might be airfields on some of those lonely atolls, it was unclear to me which, if any, of those outposts were populated, and even if they were, which would have the. The houses in the main settlement were small and close together, larger houses could be found on the outskirts, some even with gardens but they were very exclusive and very expensive. The house felt empty with just Presley and Gloria inside, the only noises coming from outside as life followed it’s usual habits with a strange air, for Presley that simple meant bathing, eating, sleeping, time moved but it didn’t flow. After picking and prodding at her dinner Presley found herself standing.