Sandrah was last in line, the redhead in front of her.When the redhead entered the room, Sandrah could hear her talking, albeit slightly muffled, thro...gh the door.“I sit here?” she asked. “Ok great.”Sandrah heard a muffled voice giving her directions, then the redhead herself.“Hi, I’m Bea. I’m a free spirit and loves to fun! I’m here to have a great time and not only catch a great guy, but catch something magical! I can’t wait to teach my younger guy so many wonderful things!”Sandrah rolled. 'Good, because until now you've never given me reason to doubt your capabilities. Let's start with something easy. Get you glass from the table.' She crawled to the coffee table and picked up a wine glass. 'Now put it on the floor and squat over it. No, don't kneel, squat, like you're going to take a piss. That's it. Now tell me what you want.' 'I want your piss. I want it in my mouth, I want to taste it as you squirt it down my throat.' 'That's my good little piss-whore. But you haven't earned. Instead of dirty shorts and a torn tee shirt in the summer and holey jeans in the winter, it was prim and proper, starched sun dresses and pleated skirts and gowns.It hurt me, the change. I remember the change all to well. She started to get all bumpy ... boobs, hips, legs and arse! Almost in an instant she turned into a girl from the friend I had known. I always seemed to miss my friend.I thought about those fun times we had together when we were just little kids as I looked up from the bottom. "And now, speaking for the football team is..." the principal started."Is me." Kevin finished for him as he jumped on the stage. His arm was in a sling."What happened to Koke?" Ms. Q asked."He was arrested."The room went quiet."Don't let that ass spoil the party. I'm not good at speeches, so I'm going to call the players names and then shut up."The principal whispered something into his ear."Ok. Ok. I'll say something. But nothing about Koke or what happened yesterday. I'm not the hero here..