"Oh, Dad, I was playing volleyball. What do you think I'm going to wear, a shroud or something?" She laughed cheekily and whirled around while Bradley stared at her. She looked so like her mother! Younger of course and tinier, slimmer. But her face had the same perfect features, the high cheekbones, the generous mouth, pert nose, that her mother's had. And her figure was as perfect as the older woman's, too. Her ripe young firm breasts were smaller, just as round, just as firm. Her hips and thighs were full, too, but somewhat slimmer than Julie's, more coltish and her waist was tiny. But it sloped in the same exciting way to the hips, and the smooth little mounds of her ass-cheeks quivered now under the miniscule shorts that composed her outfit.

Julie looked over at her husband. "What on earth is the matter with you, tonight? You're so testy. Did something happen at school today or something?"

The minister waited until his daughter went into the kitchen and started banging around making her sandwich. "Well, I had a very strange phone call this morning and when I told the dean about it, he just brushed it off."

"I wonder why." Julie's eyes were wide, puzzled.

"No idea. There's something odd. He didn't show any inclination at all to have this allegation investigated."

"What was the phone call about, Brad?"

"It was about orgies taking place at the old School Board offices."

A look of shock, a little shudder of horror passed over her face. "Orgies?"

"Yes," Brad's voice was dull, dispirited.

"How did this anonymous phone caller know about it?"

"Apparently, he says, he heard it from one of the youngsters involved… a kid… Janice's age… and the things they were doing to her…"

"What things?" Julie's eyes were wide again, her voice scarcely more than a whisper.

"I don't want to talk about it. Julie. It's so sinful. Lewd and evil, that's all. I can't tell you. You wouldn't want to hear such disgusting things."