‘Jenna’ Flynn is a straight-A student. ‘Yes!’ I blurt out as I pump the air with my fist, drawing the attention of one of my teachers who know... damned well I am not reacting to the appearance of my name on the list. ‘You’re kidding, right?’ asks Mr. Fellows, my history teacher, with a wide grin. We like each other well enough but I am lucky to maintain a C-minus in his class. ‘Just checking on a friend,’ I answer with a smile of my own and then head down the hall toward the lunchroom so I won’t. She nodded. Susan turned back to the woman she’d approached the door with, a look from behind the mask asking her “Is this the right Angelique?” Her companion nodded, and Susan turned back to Angelique. “I’m sorry, I only speak English, Italian, and Klingon, not French. That won’t be a problem, will it?“No, I know English.” Angelique responded in that language. Most of the people of San Finzione spoke at least two of the four official languages of the country. Susan exhaled a sigh of. Piss in your glass then drink in. Up on the table." Mom said.I gasped but turned around and got on top of the table where my brothers and father watched me. I took off my panties and crouched over the glass. I aimed carefully and began to pee. The yellow urine flowed from my pee hole and into the glass. I filled up the glass with the last squirts of my piss. Then I picked up the glass and started to drink the warm liquid. I finished drinking it then pulled back on my panties and hopped off the. Robert the owner was not very forthcoming. He appeared to be rather protective of Jason and refused to admit anything more about him. He admitted that Jason had been working there since June, but that was information we had received from the investigator. We were preparing to leave the resort and drive back to the town to stay, as there were no empty rooms at the resort when a striking lady wearing a name badge with Patricia on it stepped in front of my father. "You promise you won't hurt him,".