Changed my clothes. Did a few errands and vacuumed the living room.I got in my car a little after dusk and drove the twenty minutes to the beach. Ther... was no rush. The kids did not sneak up to the dunes until after the sun had fully set.I was about a half mile down the beach when I heard my name being called.“Hey, Miss. Thompson, wait up.”I stopped, turned and saw Adam Bainbridge jogging toward me. Adam is in my advanced math class and one of the brighter students in the senior class. I. Master grabbed her roughly by the hair with one hand, and scooted the other under her dress squeezing her butt. He pulled her soft face to his own bristly strong-chinned mouth and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She melted and moaned.They remained this way for several minutes, when he looked down at me and said, "What the fuck are you lookin' at, footwipe? You'll get your chance to give me a proper kiss hello." They burst out laughing. They plopped on the couch, legs finding each other and. Most of them are just talkers, but we’re concerned about an underground organization called ‘The Knights of the Golden Circle’. We suspect they are aiding Southern agents and still plotting the assassination of the President and other key officials. I also suspect it was through their actions that you were identified in Richmond.’ I returned to the drudgery of fancy balls and dinner parties. I flirted. I listened. I danced and I drank champagne. I did as Allan instructed and took mental notes. I kept an eye out for Bree but didn’t see her. I heard through the grapevine that Steve ended up with a rather unpleasant hygienically challenged roommate and I even got a vaguely apologetic text from Jen, something about ‘it just happened’. I got a bit of ribbing from my friends about getting dumped for the likes of Steve, but it was all in good fun and frankly I was so intrigued by the mystery that was Bree that I didn’t really mind. Not that I think I would have minded all that much anyway..