As I did Rita slipped her fingertips into the waistband of her panties, and sensuously wiggled them down over her hips. I gasped as her mound was reve...led, a neatly trimmed tuft of hair above a shaved slit. She stood there, in only her stockings and was more beautiful than I could have believed, sexier than any Playboy model I had ever seen.Nervously I slid off my jeans, standing there in just my boxers as Rita moved toward me. She pressed her body to mine, her leg pressing into the hardness of. "You and me, dork. Behind the equipment shed. Three o'clock." I've got science club," I pleaded, trying to squirm away and failing."Three o'clock, dork," he repeated ominously, leaning closer."Mr. Freschetti." Miss Mitchell's voice was as cold and hard as the steel door of the locker trying to wedge its way up the crack of my ass."Shit!" Freschetti muttered, backing off."I'm pleased to see you taking such an interest in Mr. Walker's project," Miss Mitchell went on. "Perhaps you'd like to join. " Was my response from under my breath.As I came out of the john it was then I noticed the other car. A little sporty corvette parked along side the old ramshackle building. I gave it a suspicious once over. Out of state plates with settled dust on the bonnet; it looked like it has been here a few hours; maybe a bit more."Bill", I said walking back to the old hairy assed man. "Got a new car?"Bill just laughed again giving me a wink. "I'm just holding it for someone," he giggled.I opened my car. “Oh! Did you find them, Gee? The story was a little short on details. Are you okay?”“I’m fine, though a little tired,” Gee said. “I wasn’t the one who discovered them but I’ve been helping them. I spend a lot of time each day reading and trying to understand them. Marian,” Gee struggled to keep his voice calm even though tears welled in his eyes whenever he spoke of the children, “they are five to eight years old physically. Mentally, they’re babies. They’ve never known a mother. I hate to ask.