I contacted Shirley, a family friend. She worked for the school system as a high level administrator. I explained about the girls, where they came fro... and their story. Shirley agreed to help get them into school without any hoopla and to keep it as quiet as possible. Problem was the principal at the school contacted the girl's former school for their records. He didn't do it to cause trouble; he was trying to help the girls by getting them into the right grades.The principal at their old. Witman's convoluted explanations. During class I glanced over at Penny. She had the same glazed look on her face as me.Brandon sat with my friends and teammates at lunch. This was the first year since eighth grade when we had the same lunch period. I struck up a conversation with him."How are you and Penny doing?" I'm fine. I suppose Penny's fine. We aren't Brandon and Penny anymore. We broke up." Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?" I asked."Nothing happened. We just don't have. I lean back and moan. My toes curl up as he pulls down them with his thumbs. I feel myself getting wet at his touch. I feel the heat of his breath on my right foot. He kisses it on the top and rubs the spot as if he is rubbing the kiss deeper in me. Nick starts to move up my leg, kissing it as he goes. I feel the warmth of his hands, the softness of his hands. The tenderness of his touch, on the nylon that covers my legs, knowing he loves that I wear the pantyhose for him. I arch my back as he. And holds them there. I feel the heat from his body, he must only be inches away. I whimper softly, I want to touch him, but in this my needs are first and yet last."Lift up onto your toes," another whisper, but no less a command.I lift myself onto my toes and feel him push my arms back more. Then he rests his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down, again I know what he wants and lower myself. But I can not move far, my wrists are held above my head. I am bound in this position, unable to rest.