"This will let you pass through the various checkpoints into our recruiting department for your interview. Please look into the eye guards so we can r...gister your imprint."Christina gave what she hoped was a silly-prostitute smile, and tried to hide her wariness. She looked into the eyepieces, much like having her eyes examined. "We need to hold your head steady," said the voice beside her, as a strap secured the eyepiece tightly to over the bridge of her nose. Christina found herself watching. "They will only need one stick of dynamite Toby. Make sure you close the door after you toss in the dynamite and get back, a lot. It will blow up easy with lots of fire. Remember, wait for the fireworks."Toby, Sarah and I sneaked back near the armory. No one was outside smoking this time. A few minutes went by, it was very dark out. I wondered where the fireworks were. The plan depended on them for timing and to provide some cover for the explosions and gunshots. I was pacing back and forth. I think she bought a size to small to let the jacket hug her breasts. Letting the fabric fling open from the tension, her breasts now pushing further outwards. I move right along to the next button, this one was easier. She wasn't an extremely skinny woman but she wasn't hefty either. After I finished unbuttoning the second button I finished up with the third button, and as I did, the jacket slid to the sides allowing me access to her white shirt. It was like any other business shirt top,. There, on the principal's desk, was Tina, locked in a very tight 69 with the principal!Roma Jones had been principal for a couple years. Prior to that, she had been a teacher. Slightly older than Tina, she still possessed a body some women of fifty-three would kill for. She ran daily and played racquetball. At five-foot-six, with long, flowing black hair, and 34B tits, she could be a model. Tina had long admired Roma Jones as an educator and administrator, but she had no idea that on that.