The streetlights were on in the university car park. I put a white bobbly hat on over my wig and then got out of the car. I walked quickly in the chil...y evening through the university campus, a few cars drove past and a few students walked by. I eventually made it to the main green of the university and followed the path around it. I was having a great time being back on campus dressed up en femme again. I continued along the path and then down by the library. Two girls passed me by, talking. "Catherine?" I said, trying to wake her from the daze she was in."I think you need to come over tonight. There is a little bit more to this than what you just saw," she said, with a dreamy like look on her face."Alright. Give directions to my secretary Julie and I will be over there around 8 or so," I said.Catherine left my office and I spent the rest of the afternoon pondering what she meant by "a little more".Arriving at the Douglas mansion at 8 sharp, I was led in by a small hispanic woman. . one day.The Tuesday noon and evening news carried a picture of me, the burned out truck, and a picture of Carlos. Mr. Fosdick was interviewed and gave me a lot of credit for being the person who turned in the alarm and saved Jack Delaney. The Fire Marshall also mentioned my name and gave me a lot of praise as well. Oh boy, here we go again. Ian Dunlop, boy hero, has struck again.Mr. Ullman, my principal at middle school, had been promoted to principal of Bennett High School, the school I was. He thrust with a steady pace, though it was merciless, hard, no care for what he did to her. Surely she would not be surviving this. Once he was warmed, he pulled himself from her throat. He walked around behind her, laying his big hand against her round ass with a loud slap. She yelped in surprise, trying to stand up, but he shoved her back over. "Take my cock like a good little slut," he laughed, moving aside her panty and pressing into her. "Ahh!" she cried in pain, her whole body jerking..