At 6:30 PM Miss. thomas and Roger Martin came on stage dressed in their medieval costumes. Miss. Thomas made a lovely Juliet, her black hair pinned up...from behind and flowing down in ringlets over her shoulders, and framing her beautiful face, with big brown eyes, a straight nose, and voluptuous lips that kept curving into a coy smile that she was directing at her leading guy. As Mr. Jones gave them final directions, he was also noticing how they were looking at each other, with Roger's eyes. My own body is going bonkers. I am so fucking wet now.To play out the drama, you stand up, polish off your drink with a flourish and walk to the lifts. Now, suddenly I am the centre of attention. I try to compose myself, but I know everyone sees that I have utterly submitted. Now I must wait for the perfect moment and walk to those lifts, alone, what remains of my dignity torn aside.Alone in the lift, I put a hand between my legs and feel my cunt... I am so hot. Looking at my reflection, I. Go get some pillows to sit on and I’ll meet you out front.”Okay, he was right. Even with a pillow, sitting down hurt. It wasn’t as bad as it was at dinner last night, but any pressure on my ass was painful. Thankfully, the trip was mostly smooth and we only had to wait in line to pick up our test results. I would have hated to wait in one of those hard plastic chairs they have at the clinic.When we got back to the house, Jaden helped me out of the car and I leaned in to kiss him. It wasn’t much. What the fuck? Did they purposefully put me in this class so I had no one to mix with? I suspect so.Then, third from the left on the back row, I see him... Light, honeycomb hair, with delicate trickles of raven black flowing through the right side, so perfect and yet uneven, it looked as though someone had taken a brush and painted it into the pale ginger. Despite it being tied up loosely, it still trailed down his back, down the rear of his black shirt. The ivory tie hung loose around a slim,.