"Good!" No, Mrs. Barnes. Speed is too important here. Let me handle this." Amelia reluctantly gave in.During the inquisition, Cal was left with Amelia...and a recovered Ismi in the office. As soon as they were alone, Amelia let down her tough facade, wrapped herself around Cal and broke into wrenching sobs. Both teens tried their best to comfort her."You... you really killed that man? With just a kick?" she managed to get out between sobs. "How... how... ohhh!... he... he taught you. H... have. "Here, go and work out how to use this one!"Needless to say both girl's scampered away giggling and headed fortheir own room.* * *A few minutes later the girls were up in their large, girly bedroomwith its predomination of clich?-pink... Pink flowery wallpaper...Pink and white furnishings... Pink frilly curtains... A deep-pilecerise (pink) carpet... A happy pink 'My-Little-Pony' bed cover...Sammie didn't like pink, or rather she hadn't previously: but. "Well she wasn't any too pleased with the idea of being chained to her desk, that's for sure. But I told her that it's either that or I might have to find someone else. I told her no one here wants to see her leave but it isn't fair that I ask everyone to do their job and hers too. She said she wanted to think about it so I gave her until Monday to decide," he said."You didn't tell her it was my idea did you?" Mrs. Thompson asked."No of course not. I made it seem like I thought of it. I didn't. Squeezing in between Joy and the headboard, I formed my body into hers. Clit to clit, breast to breast, and mouth to mouth. We were formed into each other like perfect puzzle pieces. As we loved on each other, Linda took great joy in assaulting both of our slits in concert. Joy and I had this thing between us. It was more than lust and maybe even more than love. It was like we'd known each other forever, but feeling like it was the first time, each time. Our subtle touches and perfect.