.. or anyone else who could soothe her still voraciously hungry flesh. But she had gotten through the night... how was a vague memory which Alice ende...vored to keep that way, but even so, images of her nakedly writhing body bumping and rubbing against the walls of her apartment like a moth trying to reach a flame came back to the English teacher's disturbed mind."Good morning, Miss Appleton!"Alice jumped. She had expected the classroom to be empty, and now she was forced to face the twins. But. But he insisted and handed me towel to put on while they dried. I was a little unsure but it seemd ok and I went into the bathroom to take off my clothesand put the towel around me. When I came out I sat on the sofa and Mike got me a soda . We sat on the sofa and talked for a few minutes as I drank my soda. As we talked I started to feel funny, It was like I was missing some of the conversation.I felt like someone was turning my brain on and off. I would hear a few words and then everything. The coach turned his attention back to the play, forgetting Ian almost immediately.Sergio took Ian to the home team’s locker room, back to the back, to the trainer’s room. He sat Ian up on the edge of a training table, pulled off Ian’s jersey—for no discernible need, but he did anyway. Then off came Ian’s shorts and jock and cup. Sergio cleaned the thigh wound and bandaged it. The he moved between the boy’s thighs, leaned into him, and took his lips in a deep kiss. Sighing, Ian leaned back, his. .. encourage him... really!" she blurted through her tears.She was still speaking her native rough Spanish, the sophisticatedEnglish she had been developing having deserted her for the moment. "Ionly flirted..." she sobbed. "I didn't mean to lead him on... likethat..."I knew how it must have happened. Isabella wasn't prepared for the kindof rich selfish bastards she would have met at the Country Club. Shewas still young and, I guess, quite na?ve. Where she grew up, in atraditional Catholic.