That's, uh, Rebecca Ribelle or Madge Ikemoto. If you know where either of them are, or know anybody who knows, please ask 'em to call me at this numbe.... Thanks. Bye."Period 2 - CommunicationsSure enough, Adam walked into communication class alone. As usual, he took an end seat on one of the rear sofas so I rushed in and took the middle seat next to him. A guy wearing a cotton shirt and slacks sat next to me. Adam seemed annoyed but before I could say anything, mister cotton clothes tapped me on. Fresher. By the fourthdate, the two were necking heavily at the end of the evening and Jimmyhad managed to squirm his hand under Linda's bra and massaged her sweetyoung titty. By the sixth date, they were ending the evening back at herroom, with him tonguing her nipples as she massaged his erection throughhis trousers."Oh baby, that feels so good," moaned Jimmy. He stood up and quicklydropped his trousers and his underwear, his erection springing to fullattention."Jimmy! What are you doing?". She paces around me menacingly, scanning the kitchen for any stray dust or stains that I’ve failed to scrub away. Delilah’s a demanding mistress, and her standards give ?perfection? a whole new meaning. A nervous lump always forms in my throat as she carefully inspects the work I’ve completed. I kneel obediently in the center of the room while she carries out her ?white glove? inspection. ?What do we have here, slave,? she asks, pointing to an apparent smudge on the countertop next to the sink.. "With that a smiling Goth girl hustled the reluctant blonde, into the far stall and locked the door."Okay, now let's see if my little school girl was lying about her panties."Then black boots waited, arms crossed tapping her black boot impatiently. "I can wait all day, if that is what it takes."'God, I can't be late for class, ' thought Laura. She looked down at the tile floor and slowly raised the hem of her skirt up around her waist, exposing herself to this wicked girl.The Goth's whistle.