It was Saturday, and her tennis lesson wasn't going well. Franco was an excellent coach, she knew he was, but for some reason her wrist would not list...n to him, twisting a bit on each stroke. This was having a deleterious effect on her accuracy, and it was damned frustrating!Franco scolded her again, mocking in tone. "Charlene, you are a beautiful woman, but your swing is not so beautiful." You fucking arrogant prick!He took several effortless steps to intercept her ball, and smacked it back. I'm out of gas and I left my money at home. I'm sorry for being such a pain, I'm really not. I just want to go home and forget all of this." Well, I can put some gas in and I can follow you home and you can pay me back." she says."Ok, cool. Much appreciated."This can't be real. The wife of Captain Douchebag is helping me? This must be a joke, and I bet anything he's gonna come from nowhere and turn me in to the MP's. I lower myself so no one else sees me. Next thing I know, she's done pumping. Feminine moans. He forced his eyes open. He was now sleeping on the floor, wrapped in the beds blanket. The room was now well lit and occupied. He looked back up to the bed and saw a wonderful sight. Intertwined with each other was, argueably, the two hottest girls from his year at high school; Helen Luu and Vanessa Tran. Vanessa was on top of Helen and was so engrossed in her, that her limbs were hard to tell from Helen's. From the look of them, they were incredibly drunk and perhaps a little. The dress was a little higher over theknee than the previous day but it was still quite modest. I threw mypurse into the car and headed off to the school.I arrived just before Andy pulled into the parking lot, and waited forhim to get his bag out of the car. We said Hi and walked through to hisoffice where he dumped his bag onto his chair."One thing I forgot to show you yesterday, Nikkie, is the stockroom wherewe keep all the teaching supplies. You and I have the only keys to it, sobefore.