As I passed Marie’s door I could hear her humming to herself, and I smiled. I went down to the kitchen and started preparing warm croissants and ora...ge juice, setting up two plates, butter and a couple of different preserves.Marie came down, and looked as ravishingly beautiful as always. She was also wearing jeans, and a plain green sweater, she had socks and trainers on her feet. Her hair was hanging loose. The outfit emphasised her wonderful shape.“Orange juice and croissants okay for you?” I. I wanted her,but I would take her when the fear,the excitement had reached the chosen moment. I moved,not totally trusting myself.Looking down at her arms outstretched,legs pressed close together,she knew what was coming.Just not how or when. I left the room. “I have her Sir,”The text was brief.I had not failed yet,now I would wait for the reply.Waiting the need in me grew.My clit was burning,my pussy needed to be filled.In the living room was a locked toybox.A handsome oak chest that. I have twelve slips of paper here; I want you each to write the name whom you would want to be Valedictorian." She passed out the paper and pencils. We wrote a name and passed the slips back to President Chow. She counted the votes on the slips. There were twelve slips. There were eleven votes for Tom Savage and one slip that was blank.She asked. "Tom did you abstain?"I answered yes. I did not feel comfortable voting for myself.President Chow shook her head. "4.0 GPA and humble too." Then she. More of an apology, actually.”“Yeah, that’s cool. We can meet up,” he said.“Great. My treat.”We met a couple hours later at a nearby restaurant. I didn’t waste any time; immediately telling him I was sorry for my unprofessionalism. He was accepting, nodding and smiling politely.“There’s more,” I glanced to my left hand, my wedding ring no longer there.“I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these words, what about I’m about to tell you,” I glanced at my.