"No, they are still at it from last night." Oh," Emma said as she stood up and headed for the door. "Are you coming to apologise to Diane?" No, I thin... its Diane who needs to apologise to me. Tell her I'll be waiting for her to call."I could see that Emma was not expecting me to say that. Actually if that headboard hadn't been banging against the wall, I do believe she would have argued things out for longer. But for some reason, that bang, bang, bang of the bed headboard had unsettled. “Hey, does this mean I get you?” Shawnee flicked around, “Please?”“I--”“She said please,” Lisa laughed.“If please works,” Candace grinned, “Let me show you what you need to learn. Please. Please, master.”“Master?” Alice snorted.“Yes,” I grinned, “Master.”Lisa was tingling the back of my neck with her fingers when I jumped down. She hopped down beside me. Amana was shaking when Lisa walked over and picked up her hands. She was much better at whispering away from the room than I was. Mrs Lopez. I opened my eyes and felt myself almost panting, my hands sliding down my leggings, tracing my skin. It wasn’t right perhaps to fantasize about a man I couldn’t have, would never have, but the need was desperate. I was aching, my clit a hard button of throbbing pain in my panties, my slit soaked with my need. I worked my leggings down, my whimpers louder, and let my thumb brush across my wet slit, then dip between the lips of my sex, groaning, feeling how wet the fantasy had made me.“Fuck…” I. Each person will pair off with the person sitting next to his or her desk.As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will email your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph and so on back-and-forth.Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order.