"Well, you boys run along. I'll just check and see if there's anything I can do for her!" The chemistry teacher was thinking that he knew precisely what he'd like to do for Alice Appleton, and that was probably precisely what she needed too!

"I said run along now, boys!" For some reason, Ed wanted the boys to leave before he knocked on Alice's door. Probably because he didn't feel like being a teacher just then, after all, he was in the faculty wing and he had completed all his classes for that day. He was a "civilian" now, so to speak.

Tim and Bennie hesitated for as much longer as they dared and then reluctantly turned to walk back down the hall.

"And by the way, boys… you left the cover off your guinea pigs this morning. Got to watch that kind of thing, you know!" One last reminder that they were lowly students in the faculty wing and the boys hurried away from Mr. Boyse's sight.

CHAPTER TWO

The knock at the door was terrifying and yet Alice had the wild feeling that help was at hand. Whoever it was… whatever it was… somehow she would be better off than she had been so far, locked in what had become the claustrophobic walls of her small apartment, all of her terrors and desires loosed as though she had been drugged, or as though she had suddenly lost her mind. In her frantic attempt to ascertain what was wrong with her, she'd recalled reading an article about hallucinogenics and their effects. What she was feeling now was a lot like that, and yet there was more to it, much more.

Her clothing lay strewn throughout the apartment, and in the bedroom, lay the brush, the horrid, wicked hair brush which she had just withdrawn from the peculiarly unassuaged depths of her dark-curl-covered pussy.

"Oh God, oh God… the door… I've got to… got to get something on!"