Saturday night after we’d put the girls to bed I cuddled up with Rachel watching some TV. She turned off the TV and said to me, “So, now that we ...ot things under control with the girls, when are you going back to work?”“Well… I got four weeks maternity leave, and it’s only been two, so I’ll get all the time I can with you and the girls I can.”“What about Becky?”That threw me and for a moment I thought she had somehow found out about my affair. I nervously cleared my throat and got out, “What. I nodded. “Someone with the right knowledge to help me end the Lockdown.”We were on the landing between the second and first floors, halfway down. Chloe pulled me to a stop and looked at me with an incredulous expression. “Help you end the Lockdown? How do you expect to do that? Even if you gathered all of the knowledge of everyone here, you still couldn’t use your power to do anything.” Then she frowned and said, “And how are you gleaning my memories anyway? That’s one hell of a complicated. You can't think being a shithead is the better choice." I'm not a shithead!" You hate jocks. You don't like cheerleaders, probably because you want to fuck them but you can't. Wait! Doesn't the Captain of the Cheerleading Cult wants to fuck you very often? Which by itself makes you a shithead! You can't stand the popular kids who aren't jocks or cheerleaders. You're not the sharpest tool in the box so you resent the smart kids. You think the stoners are idiots." She ticked them off one by one. Anne got up and untied me, and we walked hand in hand onto the beach for a brief salt-water refreshener.On our return the others were totally engrossed in their activities. Rus was on his back on a mattress with Helga on top of him, riding his cock in a frenzy. Jim was buried to the base of his balls in the cunt of Jane, still in her bondage. Anne decided it was time to have Jane tongue out her pussy, and without any preamble sat herself with spread legs and sex on Jane's tits. The only thing.