I jumped up and tore off my clothes. My shirt first, then my pants. My cock was super hard and sticking out of my shorts. My head was very swollen and...full of blood. My head was to full that the helmet was purple colored. I stopped for a second before I pulled down my shorts. Mrs Stone had sat up and was watching me stripping out of my clothes. When I stopped at pulling down my shorts, Mrs Stone quickly swung her legs out of the bed and got in front of me. I saw a smug smile on her face as she. She was here and probably at school too. We told her the girls had been put in a foster home, but wouldn't give her the address. She was not in a very good mood." I told them that might happen. They asked about a restrainin' order and I told them they seldom worked. Is there a way that you can get the school not to give out the information about where they would send the girls' record?" Ya, we can do that. That's not much of a problem. But I think it would be a good idea to get a restraining. "No ... no I don't have any idea."James looked at her then across the area to his supervisor. "Well I'm sorry miss but I'm going to have to get my supervisor involved."Jenna looked at her watch again ... still plenty of time to make her flight. "Fine but please hurry!"James stepped backward from behind the screen and held up his hand so Mark Bates would see him. When Mark looked in James's direction he waived his hand in acknowledgement and started walking over to the screened area. As he. I'm not going to do anything horrible to you. Trustme." She gave him a look that triggered the opposite reaction and thenput the tube back where it had been. "We'll save the face paint forlater. Right now we have to get you dressed. Well, undressed first. Andthen all prettied up."He didn't understand. Her image faded until only her hands remained.Then they multiplied uncannily to a half dozen. Two of them gripped hisunmuscular arms with surprising strength. Two more held his ankles. .