Shit! I braced myself and opened the door. Luckily, there was no killer inside. In fact, I didn't see anybody. My eyes scanned about the room, her des..., her pencil sharpener and the little plaque that read 'Casey Sinclaire'. Papers were neatly sorted on her desk. "Mr. Smith?" the voice behind me made me jump. I turned to see Casey who looked concerned. "Oh, Ms. Sinclaire... Sorry. I heard a noise," I said. She stared at me with more concern. "What do you mean?" She asked worriedly. "I heard. She shook her head.(Have you never done it? Not even in the parties?)“Mujhe laga tum apni gaand marwati ho”(I thought you get fucked in your arse)“Nahin…Woh to Neha hai. Uska gaand khula hua hai. Tumhara lund bhi aaram se andar ghus jayega. Kabhi try karke dekho. Asif keh rahe the ki unhe mazaa aa gaya”(No. That is Neha. She has a wider arsehole. Your cock will go in very easily. Try it sometime. Asif was saying that he enjoyed it very much)“Tumhe jalan nahin hoti?” (You don’t get jealous?)“Kis. I have lost the count of how many times I havecaught you belated during this month. You do know how much I hate delays,even though you have been forewarned many times.”Colleen: “I know… I know Mr. Harding. You have always been kind to me… It’sthat I worry about my boyfriend. I haven’t heard from him since the day heleft and… I promise I will never be late again.”Dr. Harding: “Very well. Go upstairs, change your clothes and come back. Iwant. It was Francisca behind her.“You are just going to help him cheat like that?”“Pretty much.”“You need to keep it in your pants, Lucy. You can’t just do everything for a guy because they’re hot.”Then a whistle blowing pierced the air and the gym went silent, with some students in the front covering their ears. “Push-ups! Let’s go!”Lucy couldn’t afford to sweat. Not since a couple days ago. She took it easy and did half push-ups, hoping the instructor wouldn’t notice her in the crowd of her.