There had been quite a bit of commotion when the rain suddenly stopped, but it didn't last long, and everyone seemed to be glad that it was no longer ...aining on them. Everyone but that Lieutenant, that is. We were soon finished, and had all returned to G & G's defensive shell."We don't know about the rest of you, but we are going to sleep," Glanda told us. It was already dark, and the rest of us soon followed them. Jillian had moved her things over to my area and cuddled up to me after we lay. Give her a body that will match the beauty of her soul. Please, God?"Then she looked around at each of the children asking an unspoken question. She seemed to be asking each child if he or she was certain. In each case, the answer was a definite yes. Susan and Colette had dressed again and were on their knees just watching the children.Looking upward again, Caitlin continued, "God, there's just one more thing. Cats have nine lives. Well there are only eight of us, so Susan will have to make do. I had been in tight locations before, either under a car to fix something or hiding from bullies chasing me after school, but something about the way I was wrapped up in that blanket with Jordan on top of me was frightening.She moved her lips from mine, nipped at my earlobe and then latched onto the side of my neck, sucking. All the while, she fought with me over the blanket.I was breathing hard, both from the exertion and the understanding of what it was she really wanted. She wasn’t trying to. She’d forgotten to ask Marty who Basil Kennard was – presumably the founder as in the staff photograph he looked in his late sixties. She counted the staff – 43. This was no fly-by-night outfit. The college ran morning, afternoon and evening courses – the maximum number of students per class was fifteen and the claim was ‘Low student-tutor ratios to facilitate rapid student immersion’. The fees raised her eyebrows – it wasn’t cheap education, but the shortest class was the initial introductory.