She wondered if that was the way it was; that there was a limit on how long something could drive you. She liked sucking cock, she always had, but she...knew it wasn't the cock sucking that had been driving her - it was the being watched. She didn't mind sucking off the guys in the car pool and she didn't mind fucking them, but it was the watching that drove her.Would she have sucked off Hank in his van every night if there were only the two of them? She knew she wouldn't, but put the other three. Paula looked through the peephole in the front door and saw a young man standing on the porch wearing a jogging suit. Paula recognized the outfit as an Astor Heights warm-up. Paula opened the door and stared at the handsome young student on the porch. ‘Hello can I help you,’ Paula asked. ‘Oh hi, my name is Chris and I’m a student at Astor Heights. I was wondering if Mr. Penny was home,’ Chris lied as he knew that Brad Penny played golf on Saturdays. ‘No he’s not home right now. He’s playing. He came back that day very late in theevening and I was with him alone in his office where he told this is bad and he has to givepolice complaint and let them do what they want to do. (For a girl of my background Policemeans trouble shame and all that stuff. In fact my husband had a complaint of rash drivingand the case was still on at that time with all the trouble. It wasn’t major accident but twopeople were injured and the case went for a long time and I knew how he was troubledthough it was. I was a scientist capable of detachment from personal feelings. I most definitely needed to be detached right at that moment. I took a deep breath and started in."Okay, first, how long was I gone?" Jim told me I was absent from the module for about five minutes and that he assumed I was in the past for about five hours.We had programmed the computer so that for every hour that a person was gone one minute would pass at the lab. This was to provide a safe gap to prevent a person from coming back.