ThereI wrung myself through the small window above the door. It was tight, butI managed to wring myself through before any angry student could reach u...to prevent me from escaping.Soon I was running through the empty hall way and heard the door openbehind me, with angry voices shouting, "Get that filthy rodent." Or: "Killher, she blew up a TV and is trying to hurt us."Other class room doors opened at the ruckus and soon other students gotout and were about to block my way. Just as was about to. “I- I just -” “Just tell me.” She smiled tenderly into my eyes. Tentatively I reached my fingers out to touch her face. I touched her cheek and followed her hairline from one side to the other before slipping my fingertips Into the soft curls on her neck. I wrapped a tiny curl around my fingertip, gratified when Aisha closed her eyes and sighed.”I need you,” she said shyly. I skimmed my hand down her side, resting my hand on her rib cage, my thumb just beneath her breast. I sighed and searching. Portia was away into the hall before anyone could stop her,before anyone could even stand up. Amy and I stepped into the hallway as sheopened the front door. We could not see through her as she welcomed the stranger. "Oh, she said. Hello. I'm Portia," we heard her say. The newcomer did not say a word, but stepped quietly into the hallway. Portiaclosed the door behind her, and took her coat, which was draped over her shoulders. "Oh my god," Amy cried. The coat revealed a small, slim woman,. “And this lifestyle seems already to be the same as in our past.”“What do you mean?”“It feels like it was just yesterday you and I were going to the Hen House to have some sexy fuck action. Our relationship was born from having sex with other people, I see no reason why our present, and future shouldn’t be any different,” she explained.“I agree with you.”“It’s that we feel comfortable with the lifestyle of having sex with other people, as we did years ago.”“Yeah, and this time we’ll actually be.