Chapter 4
Julia sipped her coffee, listened to the local DJ spin out morning madness and pretended to work on her lesson plan. Other teachers came and went at random intervals. The teacher's lounge was a noisy place, a more mature kind of noise than the corridors of Clinton High School, to be sure, but noisy nonetheless. Dave Ketchum, history teacher and basketball coach, played backgammon with Yvonne Stratton, the new math teacher. The small group clustered around them broke into enthusiastic cheers at the various rolls of the dice. Julia noticed Dave Ketchum eyeing her as he played. She'd gone out with him occasionally, once to a movie and a couple of dinner dates, but nothing had ever come of it, primarily through her own lack of interest. She knew he still had the hots for her.
She saw him coming her way after the game. Sighing, she buried her face deeper in her plan book, but he was not to be put off that easily.
"Hey Julia; how's tricks." He said it with a leering smile that gave her an uncertain feeling in her stomach. She didn't like this man, to be frank about it and she wished he'd leave her alone.
"Hello Dave," she said trying to sound as bored as she could.
"Getting ready for the brats, are you," he said, and his cozy familiarity annoyed her.
"As a matter-of-fact, I am. And I still have a lot to do." She returned to her book.
"O.K., O.K.;" he sounded hurt but she knew it was just an act.
"Look, I'm sorry Dave. I don't mean to be rude, but I am behind in my plan book, and you know how Henry is about that." Henry, being Henry Scroggins, principal. However varied the faculty at Clinton High School may be in their other interests and attitudes, all were united in their belief that Henry Scroggins was a low-potential under-achiever who kept his job merely because he'd married into the family of the current Superintendent of Public Instruction.
"Know what you mean, know what you mean," Dave agreed. "Say, I hear you've got a star pupil these days."
"Oh, really?" she said casually, a knot suddenly forming in her stomach. "Who might that be?"
"The Tanner kid, right? I understand you re priming him to be a real scholar." He kept the leer on his face. Or was she imagining it? No doubt about it, she was getting paranoid.
"He's a bright boy. A refreshing deviation from the usual garbage that dribbles through here."
She leaned into the word 'dribbles' knowing it would bother him. Her disdain for school sports as a waste of time and money was well known.
"Well, they say he's a talented kid. Played football for a couple of years; then he just got bored with it."
"I know. He found out that he had a mind."
"That's a good one. He found out that he had something, but it was at the other end of his body; that's what I think. He quit the squad just about the time he started going steady with Susan Reed. That's the trouble with these kids. They tell themselves they're thinking and making decisions, but they're really just proving that we're nothing more than elaborate apes. Yep; the bottom line's always how to get laid. That's what history teaches us Julia, that getting laid is the one single motivating factor that unites all of man's endeavors as a civilized creature. It's true."
"Dave, please. I really have to get this done."
"O.K. Well look, good luck with your ... student." He grinned again as he said it, but she refused to let it bother. The man's an ass, she thought.
He smiled at her as he said this, his eyes had a knowing look. It was almost as if he was telling her something.
Still, his references to Steve gave her a start. He couldn't suspect anything could he? She didn't think so. Nonetheless, she hurried from the lounge, feeling all at once a need to walk alone, undisturbed while she thought about th One thing was certain, she told herself. This was madness. How had she in the time span of a mere week, traveled so far within herself? Did she have a right to pursue such a doomed effort, to the obvious harm of several people? No matter, she could no more help herself than could an addict. After two times with his body, she was hooked and she couldn't rationalize it away by calling it something else. She wanted that boy. Badly.
But what about him? What was good for him right now? Probably to finish high school, go on to college and maybe, if he fulfilled the storybook conditions that seemed to form his very soul, marry his high school sweetheart somewhere along the way and live happily ever after with three kids and a mortgage. That left no room for good old Julia Perkins at all and that was no way for her own story to turn out. So, then, what? What was she to do? Did he really have a hope of getting this paper of his published? She doubted it. She knew he was a potentially bright scholar, but he'd need a lot of serious study before he was able to compete in the academic world as an equal. It happened; and no denying it, if he could publish while still in high school, it would be a great boost for him when he tried to get into college.
But she was leading him on and the fact bothered her. What right did she have to tamper with a person's life, one she was sworn to develop and nurture? What right, indeed. What about the way he grabbed her breasts, the way he pumped and pumped her cunt till it felt she'd pass out? What about that? Yeah, conscience never had an answer for questions like that, did it? What about her? Didn't she have a right to taste something of life? At any rate, she'd tasted something of his cock and wanted more. Lots more. More fucking, more coming. She was tired of masturbating herself to sleep late at night. She was sick of feeling like half a person, through a lack of a man who knew how to treat her body. She wanted to become whole. Somehow, this boy was the way through her solitude. She would keep him.
She was still thinking of him that afternoon after school when he came to the classroom. He was a far cry from the self conscious, fumbling boy with an unruly erection who'd come this same way only days before. While he still treated her with respect, he was easier with her, friendlier.
"Hi, Miss Perkins. You mentioned something about your car being in the shop today in class so I thought I'd come by and see if you needed a lift home."
She considered his offer. It might not be wise to be seen leaving the school grounds with him. It might be dangerous. It might also be nothing more than an innocent act. Teachers weren't supposed to treat their students like non-people, as soon as the last bell rang at the end of the day. Why not accept a ride, offered in good faith. Why should anyone think anything at all. A perfectly harmless situation. Wasn't it? Well, of course not, but why would anyone have reason suspect that things were any different than they appeared to be?
"That's very thoughtful of you Steve. I'd like that a lot."
As they were walking down the hallway towards the parking lot, they heard a voice call out behind them.
"Oh Steve, Steve. Wait up." They turned and saw Suzy Reed. The quarterback of the Clinton High Maulers, Wally Joe Jordham was with her. He seemed to be carrying her books. Suzy was interested only in Steve. Wally Joe, on the other hand, stared lewdly at Julia. She felt the knot in her stomach again, larger and more intense this time.
"Studying again," she asked, a nasty tone in her voice.
"Hello Suzy. What do you want?"
"What makes you think I want anything from you? Actually, that's a question I might want to ask some other people, if you know what I mean."
"Steve, I think maybe I'd better just talk to you tomorrow about this paper. It looks like you have business to take care of."
"Oh, Miss Perkins, don't leave on my account." She was sarcastic and insolent.
"You watch your tone with me young lady or I'll have you on detention so fast it'll make your teeth rattle. I don't know exactly what your problem is, but I'll tell you right now, you're skating on thin ice with me. You got that?" If the girl thought she could intimidate Julia, she'd been wrong. Still, the teacher recognized an open threat when she saw it and knew the time to diffuse the situation was now.
"Steve, that's quite all right. I'll just call a cab." She looked at Suzy with a condescending look of disgust. "Some people have a real problem separating fantasy from reality."
"That's right, Miss Perkins. They DO!" She turned to Steve. "I have some things of yours. When are you going to come over and get them?"
"Look, Suzy; this is silly. We don't need to deal with this now." Steve looked at Wally Joe, who was easily 6' 6" and nearly as wide. "I don't want any trouble with you. I just don't want to be hassled."
Suzy looked at Wally Joe. "Do you hear that? They don't want to be hassled."
The use of the word 'they' was not lost on Julia.
"Sounds fine by me," Wally Joe said, a large grin on his face as he regarded Julia. "Whatever you say's fine with me." He smiled.
Julia couldn't tell if he said it to Suzy or herself. It didn't matter. These two could be dealt with later, in a more fitting fashion. Right now, the attack was direct, the threat clearly stated. A frontal assault demanded similar response.
"Young man, if you want to play any more football while you're in school, you will clean up your act. NOW! Do you hear me?"
"What have I done?" he asked, trying to sound innocent and unjustly wounded.
"You think it isn't common knowledge that you've been playing under the grade point average? You think the whole faculty isn't aware that you get the answers to Dave Ketchum's history tests? You think such a procedure isn't well known? It's just a question of ... " She paused for effect ... "keeping quiet, for the good of all. Do you understand perfectly what I'm saying? Because if you don't, let me assure you, you simple minded lunk, that after I'm finished with you, the only way you'll get back into school is as a janitor. And you'd better believe every word I say. So get lost, clown, and watch your step."
This unexpected hard line caught them both by surprise. Suzy seemed to wilt a little, and Wally Joe, mumbled a low apology.
"I didn't mean anything like disrespect or nothing, Ma'am. I'm sorry if I got on your nerves or anything. I really am."
"Well, I don't mind telling both of you, that this little scene is very disgusting. I won't even address myself to anything you might have been insinuating. I'm shocked and amazed that people could be so small minded and vicious." She turned to Steve. "Again Steve, I appreciate the offer of a ride, but under the circumstances, I'd be better off paying for a cab. I really don't think I can afford to let you do me a favor."
She gave Suzy and Wally Joe a hard look, and walked towards the pay phones in front of the school. As she left them, she heard the three begin to talk loudly, mostly Suzy and Steve. Then Wally Joe joined in. She turned back around and saw Steve and Wally Joe squaring off for a fight.
"That's enough!! " she shouted as loudly as she could. She stormed back to the three of them. "Break this up immediately. I'll have all three of you in the principals office tomorrow. Do as I say. Now!! "
She was as short with Steve as with the other two. Look like I'm being partial to him, she thought, and I blow my whole case.
Wally Joe and Suzy skulked off. Steve looked worried.
"I think she knows, Miss Perkins. I really do."
"Nonsense," she assured him, not believing her words for a minute. Somehow, Steve's jilted girlfriend had learned of their affair. If that's what it could be called. Dave Ketchum's words in the teacher's lounge came back to her with blinding force now. She hadn't imagined it. He was leering at her for the same reason Wally Joe and Suzy had. Someone knew something and she had to do something in reply. But what?
"Steve, I need to think about this. Don't worry about anything. Call me tonight, will you."
She gave him her number and called a cab.
As she made herself dinner that night, the bizarre confrontation of that afternoon replayed itself over and over again in her mind. She was frightened. Undeniably. And she knew she was at a major disadvantage. She would come out of this in the worst shape of all, for she would lose everything. Even though she'd been willing to give up Clinton High School, she'd wanted it to be on her own terms, not a forced resignation in disgrace.
But that's what it would amount to. Shame and degradation. And an utter waste of everything she'd done thus far with her life. She looked at her watch and wondered if Steve would call. She wanted to talk to him, as much to hear his voice as to plot strategy. For what strategy could either of them mount that would be effective, if someone could prove what had gone on? But could they? Could they do any more than simply make accusations? She doubted it.
The possibility chilled her blood, however. The fear of steps irrevocably taken, that must now be hidden, never undone. She was still waiting for the phone to ring when instead the chimes from the door bell sounded in the hallway.
It was Suzy Reed. They looked at each other in silence, and Julia knew that whatever leverage she'd enjoyed this afternoon as a teacher was absent now. This was a meeting of equals, of lovers fighting over the same man. Both knew it. The unspoken message was clear. The barriers were down, all pretense thrown out on the trash heap.
"I'd like to talk to you." No 'Miss Perkins', no effort to be polite.
"I'm not sure this is wise, Suzy. You're asking for a lot more trouble than you realize."
"Oh, there's trouble in store, MISS Perkins. Lots of it. But not for me. Now, do I come in, or do you take your chance with what I may or may not know?"
The girl took the attack from the start. O.K., thought Julia; let's see where this takes us.
"All right, Suzy. Since you insist. Come in. You have five minutes."
Once inside, Suzy's manner became even more aggressive.
"Don't tell me how much time I have. I tell you how much time you have. Do you understand me. I do the talking. You listen."
Julia was shocked at her attitude.
"Suzy, I'm going to throw you out of here. Right now. I do not have to put up with this. I want you to know I'm going to see Henry Scroggins in the morning about this. I'm going to put a stop to it before things get out of hand."
"Who do you think you're kidding? GOD!! I can't get over your gall. Let me put it in simple terms, MISS Perkins. You are finished here. FINISHED!! You get out of this school and out of Clinton, or you'll be sorry. Go to Scroggins if you want. I assure you, I'll be in there waiting for you when you get there, and I know he'd find a few things interesting. Verry interesting."
"All right Suzy, cut the crap. Let's get down to cases, shall we? Now, I'm sorry you and Steve broke up. I realize that for some insane reason, you blame me, and if my efforts to help Steve advance the possibilities in his life have taken up some of his time, I feel bad about it for you but I won't apologize for it. Steve's a grown up and can make his own decisions. Your sense of proportion is way out of whack."
"That sounds good, Miss Perkins. Real good. You left out one important item. It's not Steve's mind you're trying to advance, is it. No, you've got other things in store for him, don't you. What did you do? How did you do it? Did you get him into your classroom and seduce him, or did you ask him to drive you home and do it here? Huh? What did you do t him. What did you do to him you stupid slut?! ! How have you warped him so?"
She lost control for a second and Julia thought she would break down into hysterical sobbing, but the girl regained control fast and was lashing out again. "You're a low form of life, Miss Perkins. You use people. You destroy people. You destroyed Steve."
Now the girl really did begin to cry. Julia wisely held back from answering until she'd calmed the panic within her. Suzy was in a chair, her body shaking uncontrollably from the very heavy sobs that welled up from her breast. Julia kept silent till the girl's crying eased.
"I don't know how to tell you this in any other way than I've already tried. Suzy, you've imagined some horrible ugly thing between Steve and I, and I want to tell you, it's dangerous. You're playing with people's lives, and it doesn't seem to me that you have much idea of what you're doing."
"STOP IT!! ! " The girl was wild now. Her eyes were losing their focus.
"JUST STOP ALL THIS BULLSHIT!! ! You don't fool anyone. It's all over school already. Or don't you hear anything? You've been fucking Steve, and it's out, and there's nothing you can do about it. It's over, Miss Perkins. Over. I have proof." didn't know how she could keep up the detached teacher pose much longer. This girl was on fire and Julia was going to need some heat of her own to come out of this at all intact.
"What proof."
"Ha ha!! So you admit there's something to prove."
"Suzy, let's stop the games. If you think you have something that puts Steve and I in a compromising position, let's see it. I have no fears about defending myself. You'll only damage your own reputation and make a fool of yourself, but if that's what you're determined to do, I can't stop you."
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do, MISS Perkins. I'm going to give you until tomorrow at noon to quit your job. Then I'm going to the principal, the Board of Public Instruction and the newspapers. That's what I'm going to do."
"And what will you take with you, that's so incriminating?" Julia felt tired. She wanted this to be over.
"The only way you'll find that out is to ignore what I say. Take my word for it, bitch, you are finished. FINISHED!! ! "
Julia didn't even think as she slapped the girl. Suzy's eyes grew wide from shock. Julia herself was stunned. But there was no turning back. The girl was a threat., a dangerous threat and had to be eliminated. '
"You're getting ready to find out just how big a job you've taken on, you scum ridden little brat." Julia literally growled the words and loosened her shirt as she stepped closer to Suzy, who backed away.
"You stay away from me, you whore!! "
Julia swung again, not even aiming. Her hand struck Suzy squarely on her small, adolescent breasts. A cry of pain broke from the girl's throat.
"Oh God, you whore, you shitty bitch. That hurt."
"You're damn straight it hurt. Do you think I'm going to let you get away with this? You don't think I see through your rotten little scheme? You bit off more than you could chew this time, you filthy spoiled brat "Don't be so sure of that, bitch."
Suzy suddenly lashed out with her fingernails at Julia's face. She missed Julia's face but caught hold of her shirt and ripped a large hole in the material. Julia gasped and grabbed the other arm, twisting it till the girl was forced around and onto her knees. She began to cry and scream hysterically.
"LET ME GO LET ME GO I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU!! ! "
Julia was astonished at Suzy's strength. By sheer force alone, she managed to break her hold and all at once there was a mighty clashing of bodies and a wild flaying of arms and legs as the two met in hand to hand combat.
The girl fought with every resource at her command and they were considerable. Clothes ripped with a jarring sound, bodies knocked together, grunts and cries of anguish filled the room.
Julia was on the floor now, Suzy locking her neck with her legs, tightly wrapping them around her. The girl had torn her shirt from her completely and her breasts bobbled wildly as they rolled around on the floor. Julia reached around and yanked on Suzy's hair. A hard vicious tug that slackened the tension for an instant around her neck and they were again both on their feet, circling each other like two tigresses, each seeking a kill.
Suzy dove at Julia, who sidestepped easily and grabbed as the girl flew past. More clothing tore. Julia saw that Suzy's skirt had been pulled half off her body and immediately grabbed again and pulled the material off the young body.
"You bitch, you'll regret that," said Suzy menacingly.
"So come teach me a lesson, brat."
"I'll teach you a lesson," and the girl was on her again. More clothing tore, each of them trying in some way to humiliate the other by exposing them.
They struggled mercilessly with each other for nearly an hour. Finally, they each wore only panties, and Julia's had a big hole torn in the side of those. They were dripping in sweat. Julia was atop Suzy now, the girl struggling insanely beneath her. She straddled Suzy at the waist and as the girls body bucked and jerked in her efforts to free herself, Julia felt her cunt respond to the vibrations of the fight. Only half aware of what she was doing, she began to thrust back with her hips, rising in tension as they became more and more committed to each other's destruction.
Suzy managed to work a leg under Julia's, and swung it up over the teacher's shoulders and as Julia twisted her body, they formed interlocking V's crushed together at the points. Julia's cunt was crushed up against Suzy's now and as they struggled, Julia began to strike madly at the girl's exposed breasts. Suzy swung back, digging her claws into Julia's huge mounds of quivering tit flesh. The friction of cunt against cunt was working on them both, but rather than translating into sexual arousal, it merely fanned the flames of passionate anger already raging.
Julia was sitting up. One leg extended beneath Suzy's body, the other clamped down tightly across her stomach locking the girl's pelvis in a vise. Suzy's legs were wrapped about Julia's hips and they crushed tighter and tighter into each other. Suzy was grunting with the sounds of struggle, but Julia noticed a new tone rising with their fury, the sound of arousal. She worked her cunt faster against the girl's and in spite of her anger and hatred, felt a thrill as she felt the girl work back.
"Oh God," Suzy moaned, thrusting harder and faster. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh God, oh OH OH OH," again and again as Julia worked the rhythms of the body wrapped in her legs. She reached down and gave a viscous twist to Suzy's breasts, and as the girl screamed "You piece of .shit," her cunt thrust into Julia's.
Driven by the heat of their rage, they continued to attack each other with their pussies, but the result was becoming more and more sexual. Julia, not even aware of what was happening, felt her body tense for an orgasm.
And then Suzy had Julia's tits in each hand, squeezing. She was coming, coming madly into her panties, the silken surfaces growing slippery from the cunt juice flowing through.
Wild now, they tore at these last barriers between them, and, caught up in passionate thrusts neither could control now, their open cunt lips met in a good kiss. Their mouths did-likewise. Tongues and clitorises embraced and rubbed over each other in the slippery heat of sex and hatred. Nothing could stop them. They ground their hips at each other and rubbed their cunts together, mixing flesh and juice till it seemed they would merge. Suzy came again and again, but Julia, lost in her own orgasms took no note. The two of them were focused only on the intermingled cunt flesh that drove them on and sustained their energy.
Again Julia dug at the cunt she straddled, again it thrust back at her. Hands grasped and pulled at tits, fingernails planed off pieces of skin; still they struggled for orgasm after orgasm. Finally, reduced to sheer passion and emotion, they fell into each other and kissed, long and hard, feeling only the tongues interweaving with each other and the slippery presence of the other's pussy.
Suddenly, Suzy pulled away. She was breathing hard and glowered at Julia with unconcealed loathing.
"You really are a whore, aren't you. You'll do anything for it."
Suzy sounded nauseous as she spoke and all at once buried her face in her hands. She began to weep, deep shattering sobs that shook her body unrelentingly. Her small hard breasts jiggled with each quaking jerk. Julia let her go for a moment then gently began to stroke the worn out girl's hair. It was soaking wet.
"It's all right, Suzy, it's all right," she soothed.
Wholly vulnerable now, her emotions stripped bare, her nerves raw and exposed, Suzy turned a tear-stained face to Julia.
"You've made me as filthy as you. You've soiled me with your slime." Julia said nothing, simply looked at Suzy until the girl met her gaze.
"Suzy, take my hand," Julia quietly commanded.
Suzy's body began to tremble. Her eyes watched as her arm began to rise, almost as if directed by external forces she was not even aware of, much less able to control. Her hand reached out, her fingers were extended. Julia's met hers and their fingers intertwined and clasped tightly to each other. Suzy stared at the two clenched, merged hands in mute horror. Tears rolled freely down her face. She sobbed at random intervals. She made a feeble effort to pull back her hand, but Julia refused to yield and Suzy meekly gave up, allowing her arm to go limp, supported only by Julia's hand holding hers.
"Look at me Suzy. I said LOOK AT ME!! " She tightened her grip on Suzy's hand and the girl dragged her eyes across Julia's body, at last meeting her eyes.
Julia touched her cheek with her free hand. She felt Suzy recoil at the touch but she didn't resist much. Julia gently caressed the wet cheek beneath her fingers, all the while holding Suzy's eyes rigid with her own.
As Julia leaned forward to kiss her, a moan of resistance escaped the girl's lips, but Julia took her by the back of her neck and held her in a tight grip till she felt the muscles beneath once again relax. Then she kissed the frightened student, kissed her hard and long, with a deeply felt passion. She felt Suzy hold back, then return the kiss, tentatively at first, then with an increasingly reckless abandon, opening and closing her lips, rolling around with her face to better meet her teacher's lips. Her breathing came harder and Julia let go of the hand she'd been holding. It immediately sought out a breast but not to savage this time; Julia felt a tender touch, a searching caress and she in turn let her hand wander down the girl's body, resting finally at the wet parted pussy lips that still were enclosed in Julia's crotch.
Suzy moved back and got to her knees. She looked at Julia in fear, confusion and with heavy lust in her eyes. The combination was a real turn-on for Julia and she slipped a finger up Suzy's cunt. The girl's eyes closed and she moaned.
Julia knew then that she was back in control, that she could drive the girl to any vow desired, if only she played the body at her fingertips properly. And play her she did, played her like a jazzman tickling the ivory, like a flutist blowing soft delicate melodies, like a drummer beating out a hard relentless pounding. Suzy let herself go completely, became soft and pliable beneath Julia's exquisite touch. Higher and higher, never letting her come, kissing her breasts, licking her pussy, rubbing her clit, forcing her to shove her tongue deep into Julia's cunt, closer and closer, each time falling back till at last the girl was begging.
"Oh god, please, please, don't stop please don't stop take me take me oh please, make me come I want to come please fuck me."
Never ceasing the gentle tickle at Suzy's clit, Julia leaned low to her ear and whispered "We'll have no more foolishness about Steve, will we."
"Oh god ... oh ... god ... my cunt, my cunt make it come MAKE ME COME!! ! "
She thrust her hips against Julia's hand, but Julia was quick and pulled away. Suzy was crying now, begging for release through the tears.
"Oh god, anything, I'll do anything you say anything."
"You love it, don't you?"
"Yes, I LOVE IT!! ! Please let me come."
"You want it, don't you?" Julia pulled her hand away and struck with the flat of her palm sharply against Suzy's partially upturned buttock.
"YES I WANT IT. FUCK ME YOU BITCH. FUCK ME TILL I DIE. JUST FUCK ME."
"You'll never say another word about this, will you?"
"No. I swear." The girl's words could hardly be understood, so urgent was the force expelling them.
Julia dug her fingers into the wet pussy. Suzy screamed in ecstasy.
"Do you want more?"
"YES," begged Suzy.
Slowly, Julia worked the cunt juice into a lather, digging steadily harder till Suzy was whimpering non-stop, rolling her hips with the force of Julia's manipulation. When she came, it was in a burst of uncontrolled fury. She let out a long scream that eased off into a long moan that continued till her lungs were exhausted of all air. She gasped a deep breath and immediately continued her moaning.
"Oh Jesus, of god, oh it's wonderful fuck my cunt fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it harder HARDER HARDER!! " and Julia brought her to another climax.
When it subsided, Suzy said nothing for a long while. She moved not a muscle. Julia leaned back, her breasts jutting out defiantly, mocking the girl almost. See, they seemed to be saying, these are the breasts of a woman. These are what men like. You might as well admit it, you're a child and are out of your element in this, little girl.
Suzy stared at Julia, at her awesome breasts, at her spread legs and shimmering pussy lips, parted and pink and wet with lust and triumph. You are mine, little girl, they seem to taunt. When we beckon, you will do whatever we ask. Her eyes lowered in resignation.
"I think you should get dressed now Suzy. I think you should get dressed and I think we should try to forget what you came over here for. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?
She was meek. "Yes, Miss Perkins. I understand."
She dressed silently. As if to underscore exactly what it was that had taken place tonight, Julia kissed her long and hard once more before she left. There was no resistance. Julia slept well that night. Her mind was floating in the euphoria an unexpected reprieve. But even more, her cunt was aglow in the sensation sexual release and sexual triumph.