As she took hold of her purple razor and ran it smoothly over her legs, she hummed gently to herself. After a few minutes of careful work, Rachel str...ightened up tall and nodded approvingly. She was about to place the razor back on its shelf when a quick glance down past her waist made her pause. She hadn’t shaved ‘down there’ in about a week and she furrowed her brow as she battled indecision. She sucked in her stomach and her eyes traced the view downward. A thin strip of light-brown hair. Miss Hancock raised her eyebrows. She was power-dressed. In her serge skirt and high-necked white lace blouse with leg-of-mutton sleeves she looked the epitome of the elegant school ma’am. ‘Indeed! That’s impressive since I never promote what we do here widely.’ ‘It wasn’t easy. Everything seemed to be rumour and gossip, and word of your staff vacancy only came by chance conversation.’ Miriam nodded. ‘We’re not a mainstream institution or an ostentatious private one, we’re rather a special. Tonight she was going to have fun. John found Brianna in her room coloring a book. ‘Hey there.’ Brianna looked up and stepped into a hug. John pulled back and looked at her as he handed her another carnation he had tucked away. Her smile was the very image of her mothers. ‘Tonight you and I have a mission. It’s very important so listen up.’ Brianna’s eyes sharpened in attention. John was beginning to wonder just how precocious the little girl was. ‘Your mom doesn’t have all that much fun, does. I was fully awake now, and hungry for more. I took my hand and slide it underneath the flimsy cami, relishing fully the warmth of her smooth skin. "Noooo!" she whispered, but I ignored her plea, and the "no" quickly turned into another moan when I captured that stiff nipple, twisting and turning. Her breasts cupped into the palm of my strong hand, my thumb flicking her nipples; I noticed too that the movements beneath her blanket were become a bit more frantic.Recognizing a once-in-a-lifetime.