It was so good to shed it at last. The spasms rose to their heights and subsided.

She toppled to the throw rug on the floor, all imaginary cocks having since returned to their realms of unreality.

She was left, a satisfied young girl.

She looked at the clock. It was nearly twelve thirty. She wondered if she was going to masturbate her life away, alone. Well, at least for the remaining three weeks. And that seemed like a lifetime.

She went to the restroom and found an empty shower. She bathed the sweat and cunt juice of many orgasms away, and the prick juice of her rendezvous with Manny. It felt so good, the warm, soapy water flooding over her body.

She dug the handle of her hairbrush up her, letting it give her maximum pleasure.

Then she towel dried herself and returned to her room. She thought she'd try to borrow Susie's vibrator. She needed a lot of variety in her three weeks of forced sexual solitude, aside from her meetings with Manny.

Chapter 4

Mrs. Goody, who had founded and named the school which Jody and Susie attended, lived, retired, in a little house on the edge of the campus, a stone's throw from the woodshed.

Jody had never paid too much attention to it before. She and Manny passed it on their way to their frequent screwing sessions in the woodshed, where Jody had learned so much about the human anatomy.

On this particular occasion, she was passing alone to meet Manny and she saw a car pull up to the little house at the edge of the wooded area.

Mrs. Goody got out with a bag of groceries and motioned the driver away.

There was something about the way Mrs. Goody moved, even at this distance, that roused Jody's attention. It was the brisk way she moved her stiff figure, that caused Jody to feel that maybe she could learn something from the retired, former headmistress.