When I was confident that I had my stomach under control again, I crawled back to the bed, but as soon as I got comfortable, my stomach began churning...again. I went back to the bathroom and was surprised when I threw up again. I wouldn’t have thought there would have been anything left in there to come up, but obviously there was. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but Cara never even budged. When my stomach finally settled down, I got up to rinse my mouth out with mouthwash again. Thanks. I still want to know what her deal is.Linda McIntyre came by to see me. "Good Job Christina," she said. "Thatwas fun! Looks like I owe you lunch on Monday. What would you like?" Thanks." I said. "A sub from that deli down the street would beperfect!" I'm a girl of my word," Linda said smiling.I looked around taking this all in. Maybe the past two weeks have been adream. I never believed I was capable of all of this.* * *After we went back to the girls locker room and got changed back into. The Number 15 bus hadn't arrived at the stop yet. He watched the street in the reflection of the bank's front window. He gave his reflection his best Douglas Fairbanks look and told himself that he still looked good for a middle-aged bank manager.Casually scanning the area, he sidled over to the newsstand and pretended to browse the stall for magazines. His hands clenched and unclenched nervously. He was about to commit adultery and, in a small Southern town things like that had to be done. Alone in the tub, Tasha enjoyed the slow arousal her fingers skillfully sought before sliding inside her silken folds, pressing her fingers knuckle deep before easing out. She lay back with her eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and slowly pumped her fingers back and forth, causing the water to lap against the sensitive bud until her much needed orgasm came. Savoring the sensations of her orgasm, Tasha wrapped a warm fluffy towel around herself as she languidly rose from the bathtub. After.