A red X for a wrong answer, a number grade at the top of the page and it was off to the next one.We had a lecture about that near the beginning of the...year, before I went off on my fateful journey. Many mathematics teachers wanted to see how you came up with your answers. "Show your work" was the common phrase. Mr. Alberts said it was fine in a learning experience because you had something to look back on to see where you screwed up. Real life wasn't like that. You could come out with the. .. wait, no way. Squinting at the clock I couldn't believe it was already after 8:30. Wow, had we really been talking for an hour and a half?Alright Charles, let's focus. With a sigh I set the candy bar and soda aside and signed back on to the computer. Immediately my screen returned to its view of the program source code. Just for kicks I tried running it one more time only to get the same, utterly useless, error message. Well, it was worth a shot.Opening a new test buffer I slowly started. "Here, use my towel." Hannah called, throwing her the dark blue towel.Becki confidently caught it in one hand, well she should be able to do that, being our goalkeeper!She then knelt down onto her knees with my head positioned just a foot away from between her gorgeous legs. She then folded the towel so that it was a slim rectangle, and then covered it over my eyes. I could actually smell a subtle scent of Hannah's sweat on it, but I didn't mind, the muskiness had a slight sweetness to it. "I quickly shed my clothes as she slides out of her jeans. She kept her panties on, which at first I think is odd, but I didn't have much time to think as she jumped on me, tackling me to the ground.Her tongue is back in my mouth and her body is pressed against mine. She is grinding her firm breasts against my chest as she thrust around in my mouth with her tongue. I know she is horny, probably as much as me. We haven't had sex for a few months because as I remember now, she had a special gift.