In that place, our minds were young and still susceptible to the perversions that were closely guarded and banished by the faculty of the school, whic... maintained such ridged discipline and ethics, it did us no good. In fact, they were just pouring fuel upon the fire of childish indiscretion and desire, sins of the flesh. It took a simple act of a friend of mine, Dave, a tall lanky African American with hands bigger than my face and a deep voice that disguised his age exceptionally, to bring me. Thank God she was right outside her own door, and thank God Dean had come outside when he did. Who knows what the thief could have done. Dean had saved her. Evie lay in bed, trying to focus on sleep instead of the robber. She too fell into a fitful sleep. When the thunder rattled her bedroom windows, Evie woke up and looked at her clock. 2:34 it blinked. She rubbed her eyes and watched the shadows dart across her room as a tree in the distance blew in the wind. She got out of bed and tip toed. I'll back-peddle here long enough to explain why I don't live with my mother (or father). While with Mom, I had a boyfriend named Brian and our "relationship" had become so intolerable (and verbally abusive) that I had to seek refuge. Dad's place was out. After Brian found me once there and threatened me, it was decided that I would go "away" to school and not live with mom or dad 'til things cooled considerably. My dad is very protective but couldn't be there for me and work too."Hi Jenny"! (I. Sandy's skirt was bunched up around her waist; her bare widespread legs were braced against the backs of the front seats. Her hands were entwined in a mound of silver hair bulging conspicuously from her crotch. Her mouth was wide open. The way her head thrashed around, Hal figured that she was getting a wicked tongue-lashing. Hal watched and listened; she moaned then ordered the man not to stop. "Tongue fuck me, harder, faster, suck my cunt!" she cried. Hal was as much in shock as he was.