The song that came on was Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing."We'd heard it before, but listened closer—for singing purposes. We started to move to it as...well."Oh, baby now let's get down tonightOoh baby, I'm hot just like an ovenI need some lovin'And baby, I can't hold it much longerIt's getting stronger and strongerAnd when I get that feelingI want sexual healingSexual healing, oh babyMakes me feel so fineHelps to relieve my mindSexual healing baby, is good for meSexual healing is something that's. Meanwhile, I had projects of my own, and for the next several days I kept myself very pleasantly busy. Miss Kim, the principal's secretary, was a slim, pretty Asian woman with short hair and laughing eyes, around thirty years old. I went to see her after school with some made-up question. Ten minutes later we were frantically fucking on the principal's desk, our clothes scattered on the floor, her slender legs on my shoulders and her dainty little tits jiggling enticingly with our motion. I. It was, without question, the single hottest, sexiest, most erotic thing I have ever seen. And so, for that very reason, I reached through the gap one last time…and turned on the overhead reading lamp. You both gasped at the sudden intrusion and he came while you stroked him, shooting five or six creamy ropes into the air. They landed either on his stomach or your hand and remembering your instructions, you started squeezing him slowly to draw out the remaining semen until finally there was. He asked that Jim and Riley experience the last five minutes of real time, which would be the last day of Joanna's existence in virtual time. It would put them both into living the last day with Joanna wherever and whenever, the same as she was living. It was decided that this could be effective with using only four hours of real time. More than that shouldn't be necessary.Riley? I trusted her, but sometimes I wondered. I caught her looking at me at different times like she was about to say.