Dallas was good with his tongue. XXX I just thought… you seemed like security or… maybe even a professor who’d stayed late, I don’t know…” I kept my voice low, careful not to let anyone overhear our conversation. He wouldn’t take anything less. Holding it up so I could see, he showed me as he swiped to delete both photos. I was disgusted with myself, and with him. Condour overhearing us from her office. A few kids turned their heads to look at me, then noticed the man beneath my desk eating me out. I weighed 130 pounds, a bit thicker than most girls my height, but I felt comfortable and fit in my own skin. I dropped the black can of spray paint and slowly turned about to look at the man who now held my fate in his hands. They assured me, though, that it was all well thought out, and that nothing would tie me to the crime, unless of course I was caught
