She couldn't wait to get out of this place. Christmas vacation was coming soon.

She got up and quickly called the boys' dormitory. When she got Manny on the phone again, she confided, "Look, Manny, that was Miss Glen. She was listening in on the switchboard downstairs. Let me call you after this.

Otherwise we have a problem."

"That was Miss GLEN?" said Manny, nearly choking. "Oh, my, gosh. And I talked about her pussy! What a riot. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

"She thinks it was Ned," laughed Jody.

"Oh ho ho. Is that what you told her?" he asked. "He's the unlikeliest person. Poor guy."

"Did you come, Manny?" said Jody. "We were interrupted. Yeah, I remember now. I heard your groans."

"Mmmmm, sure, and you sounded great yourself. When am I going to see you again?" his hand was on his staff of plenty again, Jody was certain, just as her own hand returned to her cunt.

"I'm grounded for three weeks. It'll have to early," answered Jody.

"Tomorrow, in the chapel?"

"What time?"

"The usual," he said. "Four?"

"Okay," she said. "Great. Bye, honey. Gotta study now. And happy masturbating." The receiver clicked and Jody hung up. She returned to her desk, She couldn't wait. She couldn't wait to see Manny in the flesh. In the naked flesh to be precise.

Her hand went between her legs again. The chapel was not really a chapel, but an abandoned woodshed down the road.

The schools were on adjoining campuses, and all of it together made up about thirty acres of land. It was on the edge of town, so the teenagers had access to the countryside as well. It was a terrific locale to be young and sexy in.

Jody stared into her history book, wondering what history was REALLY like back in Renaissance times. Here she was reading all about the art and political events of the period, this period of great upheaval. But what she was wondering was, what was the sex life like?