A moment later I was outside. She was standing there waiting for me. I smiled, put a hand around her waist and pulled her into me. We kissed, our tong...es devouring each other. I started to grind my erection into her mound and at the same time I ran my hands down her back to her exposed thighs below the hemline of her short dress. Then to my delight I felt her nakedness as my hands ran up the back of her thighs. She lifted one leg, I needed no encouragement as I found her hole. She was. She sat despondently at her desk, listlessly typing some reports for the next parent-teachers' meeting. She had to have at least one advance copy ready by 11:30 when the head of the association was due to stop by to discuss the upcoming meeting with Mr. Armstrong.Mrs. James Stilton III had her chauffeur wait downstairs. Then she briskly walked up the impressive stairway of the main building of the Scotsdale School for Boys. Her own son was a senior there, and due to graduate that June. It would. If his mother was surprised,Andy was shocked, and he stood there with an open mouth for what seemedlike forever."Holy shit," he finally said. "Jay, is that really you?" I think you need to think up a better name for her tonight, don't you?Nobody at the prom is ever going to recognize her. How about Jayne?" shesuggested. * * *Sitting in the passenger seat of Andy's car, I admired my wrist corsagewhile Andy rambled on nonstop about the mess I'd gotten him into. "Ican't believe you look so. "Vlad laughed at the crude joke. Volodymyr swallowed another tranquilizer with a paper cup of water. His hand, with its delicate, pink-nailed fingers, was trembling.His ex-wife and her new husband were sitting in the only two chairs in the dingy motel room when Volodymyr walked in, clickety-clacking on gold, sling-back sandals. It had taken him a long time to learn how to walk gracefully on such tall, thin high-heels. He heard Vlad give a low, mocking whistle, but Volodymyr had been used by.