Imagine my surprise when an issue completely off my radar reared its head.Doug Spurlock answered my knock with a stern expression. Without a word, he ...tepped aside and pointed into their living room. I suddenly wanted to vomit. Which pile of shit was he going to throw at the fan? Nervously, I stepped past him and went into the room."Sit," he said evenly, pointing to the couch. I obeyed. He stood over me with that stern expression weighing down on me. He was silent for what seemed like the. ..I don't think...I mean, you shouldn't..." What? I shouldn't look at your legs. Is that what you're saying?" No, of course not. I don't mind you looking at my legs, and I like hearing sincere compliments." Well, then what's the problem?" There's no problem." Judy's mind quickly said, "Don't stop there. Tell him to stop trying to seduce you. Joy was right. He's after you now. You're number twenty-five. Stop thinking of him as a kid. He's no kid. He's a pro. You just invited him to look at your. Come on then. We walked purposefully out of the gym and down the hallway to my office. I grabbed her inhaler from the cabinet and she took big puff from it. Sit down in here, I said, leading her to the cot in one of the sick rooms. She sat down, less distressed, but still breathless. Its too tight, she complained and pawed at the zipper on the back of the dress. Please help me. I carefully undid the clasp at the top of the dress and lowered the zipper down her back, exposing her white back and. "Stephanie squinted at me and wrinkled her nose before exclaiming, "What happened to Mister Oslo?"I didn't know who Mister Oslo was but I was soon to find out. Mister Oslo was one of the many furry animals that occupied every spare shelf in Stephanie's cubicle. The thing that I noticed about Stephanie, even in her panic state of despair over the disappearance of Mister Oslo, was her ass. From the way it stuck out behind her I was sure that someone with a giant cock had jammed it in her so far.