"Turn it off... Rex, please... oh, God... please, turn it off!" Okay, okay," Rex said in a soothing voice. "Calm down, relax, I'll turn it off." He re...ched over and pressed a button, making the screen go blank. "Let's just talk about it a little bit. Okay?" Where did you get that?" Ronee cried, still not realizing her entire escapade with May had been taped."That's not the important question," Rex replied, enjoying the way the always prim and proper Ronee was reacting. "The big question is why. The music ended and she leaned over me. ?You know, this is totally against policy, but if your friend over there had a couple more fifties I wouldn’t mind coming over to your place and playing a little with you,? she said.I was repelled at the idea of having her become more than what she was now and disagreed. She shrugged and walked out of the room. I followed and met up with my two friends, they were ready to leave. We went outside into the cold air and found ourselves in a market place.. Call now, 1-800-537-2426.” Carla looked at the phone number and giggled. 537-2426 – that spells LESBIAN. It must be a sign. I gotta call this one. Oh, that’s silly. It’s just a coincidence. When she was a teen, she and her best friend, Beth, had figured out a code to keep the nuns from reading any intercepted notes to the whole class. By substituting the numbers from a telephone dial, and by knowing each other so well, they were able to send messages back and forth in class to one another,. Heartlessly I just watched, taking notes. Despite her huge success, there were frequent embarrassing failures and all too human mistakes. And to my absolute horror and dismay, I was actually starting to like her.Our sessions often went for hours. Every day she wore a new outfit and while they were never overtly sexual her sensuality sparked one lurid fantasy after another. Tiffany never gave even the slightest hint she was attracted to me, she was the consummate professional. Yet I was.