“No marshmallows.” I rubbed her fingers. Rubbed her hair. Rubbed her cheek. She made an awkward semi-smile. Alex took her cup next after an insist...nt eye-slinging I got from Max.“Thanks, Gene,” Max said as I handed her the third.“You’re welcome, Max.” I leaned over and kissed her head. I was grinning as I sat down across from Alex.“You don’t have a cup,” she noticed.“I’ll make some tea after you’ve been schooled,” I promised. I looked up to the other girls. “You guys mind watching game one?. “Alacrity.” Mr. Wilson reached for the back of Sarah’s neck, drawing her closer to him. His lips met hers in a passionate kiss. “Eagerness or speed,” he mouthed softly. “When the teacher gestured for his student to kiss him, she responded with alacrity.” Sarah parted her lips, allowing his tongue to penetrate the depths of her mouth. Their tongues twirled in a tender embrace. Mr. Wilson unbuttoned Sarah’s blouse and traced his fingers over the exposed part of her breasts. He brought his lips. We would take turns usually or if one of ourparents were going to be out, we would pick that house. So it was prettycommon place for me to be over his house this weekend and it was fairlynormal until I woke up Saturday morning. I noticed three things as Iopened my eyes. One, I had a terrible hangover from the beer we drankhis brother bought us the previous night before he went out. Two, mybody was sore in unusual places like my mouth and butt. And three, I waswearing girl's underwear.I was. A small stipend was paid and a sort of reward if any lead or tip about a suspicious person or group was made. Sure, we had many false alarms, but the value from a legitimate one far outweighed any problems. S E France was no longer the paradise the slavers had been used to.This did not solve my problems with the girls. Both moved in with Marcia. Bridget was now 'going to show me' that she was attractive and more than desirable. She started bringing home every boy, men even, home and amorous.