“I’m your teacher so I’ll guide you.” Mary lay her back on the bed with her legs still on the floor. I lifted her legs gently and placed her b...dy fully on the bed then spread her legs. In the process, I had a peep of her thigh and was amazed that she was not wearing panties! I raised her skirt and paused to admire her neatly shaved vulva. I was so tempted to dive in and eat her instantly but I restrained myself. Rather, I reached for her lips and began to kiss her. She was clearly a neophyte in. " She really did grin at my statement easily this time.She said, "I will just sit beside you very correctly. I wouldn't want you to overload." She smirked.Then her face became serious and she said, "Tell me your ideas for the story."I didn't have much of an idea but I had a glimmer. I thought for an instant to let it develop sufficiently to tell someone. I said, "It's half formed but I'm thinking about two college students receiving some strange text messages or voice mails allegedly from each. The clothes for me made the man.As I ordered a Gin and Tonic, they guys huddled around looked at me like I was a wuss, despite the fact I was drinking hard stuff than they were. Some of their wives looked over at me in surprise that I had shown up. I recognized most of them as being women from high school. They suddenly crowded around me and became a giggly as they were high school. I quickly came to the realization that I was now the hot stud driving the women crazy. As we caught up, we heard. Waite had told me, the table had been reduced to seat six although there would have been room for two more places. I had wondered who the other two guests would be and was surprised to find that one of them was Mollie Foster, the former madam at the brothel.Mollie was the same cantankerous person I had first met in the brothel over two years before. She had been sidelined by a heart attack but was back to her willful ways. Not only had she regained use of her sharp tongue, she now had a weapon..