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The old biddy bent over, whispering conspiratorially, “I saw that good-for-nothing Scotty Adams lurking in the library. What is truly interesting is all the girls found the experience to be quite pleasant. “Whew, I reckon it’s over.”
“You should go home,” Mrs. Miss Cheshire yelped as she jumped, peering around, her fine bosom heaving beneath her blouse. It was full of quotes from tweets, facebook pages, and other social media posts of the girls I had been playing with. I loved this shit; eager to see what the whackjobs had come up with next. Mrs. I’m sorry.” Miss Cheshire was growing flustered as
