I might even find an all night convenience store, but I doubted it. The cop in the drive most likely had orders to keep us all locked in safely until ...he GBI arrived."Martin I am knocked out. I need sleep. Call me when the GBI guys get here," I said that as I stood to wobble to the bedroom and then crawl into the bed on the floor. Too much had happened, even so those little pink pills made everything seem less urgent. I wanted sleep not sex and Martin could tell.I woke up to his voice at the. Shortly after I pulled up to her place and she came out to greet me. We hugged and went into the house. We sat in the living room and started talking and listening to music. One of her favorite songs came on, Wrecking Ball, then she ent and turned up the music and started sitting in my lap and grinding. I told her, that was not a good idea if she wanted me to be good. Of course she laughed, but she got up and went back to her chair. we sat there talking some more, and then she pulled. Naked, no panties or bra. Place chair facing the window. Turn on the vibrator and insert in your cunt. Sit with back facing the door, legs together, sit still-don’t move, and put blindfold on. If instructions aren’t followed, I will leave without a word spoken.She was almost mortified. Not that she was a prude by any means. She’d have lunch with girlfriends and they would confide about using toys with or without their respective partners. She wasn’t shocked, but she herself never felt the need. The Pacheco Technical School, founded by a Hispanic guy named Mateo Pacheco, and Jackson College, a historically Black public school. Together we became Pacheco Jackson College, a unique school with a turbulent yet fascinating saga. Truly one for the ages. In 1989, Pacheco Technical School had two thousand five hundred students and Jackson College had around three thousand pupils. Both schools were in dire financial straits. They faced one choice, merging or closing. They chose to merge..