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Caught With a Student Ch. 01

By: GASlipLover



My wife Barbara is in her mid-50s, although through eating a healthy diet and years of dedicated workouts, she could, and does, pass for 10-15 years younger. Since she passed menopause, she has had a major problem with vaginal dryness and thinning of the membranes in the walls of her vagina. This makes intercourse very painful, and she has essentially given up trying to have sex that way. That has resulted in her concentrating on cock sucking, which she has always been pretty good at.  She gets turned on by orally worshipping a cock, and has even been known to orgasm herself just from sucking.

Over the years, she has found excitement in sucking strange, as well as familiar cocks. I think it helps her feel a "real" woman, despite having a non-functional pussy. I am ok with all of this, really more than ok, as I get off hearing about her escapades, as well as sometimes participating.

Barbara works at a small college in a small rural Georgia town, as Director of Student Activities. She gets turned on by being around studly, virile young men all day, but has always had a strict rule against getting involved with anyone from the school. Recently, however, she has loosened that policy, because she is able to take retirement soon and is less concerned about repercussions. 

She has had a couple of hot sessions with students, who she trusts to keep things quiet. The latest had been a few days ago, with Tommy Stevens, a baseball player. Tommy had always been bold and flirtatious with her, and this particular night they found themselves left to clean up together after a pool tournament in the student center. He had brushed up against her, and after a hot, steamy kiss, she had grabbed his crotch. In no time at all, she had his pants down and his cock in her mouth. After blowing his load down her throat, Tommy pledged silence, and they both agreed that it would be great to do it again sometime.

The following Tuesday, after the bi-weekly college senior management meeting, her boss, Bob Hooker, the Dean of Students, and Ed Brady, the President of the college asked Barbara to stay to meet with them. She expected the usual ticky-tacky issues that seemed to rattle their cage, but didn't really have much to do with her job: a parent complaint about their child not getting enough attention; an altercation in the residence hall, an underage student caught drinking at a college event, or some similar thing. 

Barbara sat patiently waiting to her what they were concerned about this time. After the two men exchanged glances, the President spoke first.

"Barbara", he began, "this is embarrassing for us, as I think it will be for you, so I'll just let you take a look at this."

With that, he punched a remote control device in his hand, and the television on his credenza sprang to life. It took a few moments for Barbara's eyes to focus to the screen, and adjust to the bad lighting and poor picture quality. As she did become aware of what she was watching, she gasped. It was unmistakingly Tommy Stevens sitting on the edge of the pool table. And it was unmistakenly her head bobbing over his crotch. 

Realization slowly dawned on Barbara. This was from the surveillance equipment. It came on automatically at 11 PM. She had not realized she and Tommy had stayed that late, and never even thought about the cameras.

The surveillance tape rolled on for what seemed to Barbara to be an eternity, but was really only a few minutes. But that was long enough to show her struggling to get Tommy's whole cock down her throat, then going down to lick his balls, then thrusting her mouth back onto his cock. There was no sound, but it was obvious Tommy was exclaiming he was coming, and Barbara greedily swallowed his semen without releasing her mouth's grip on his cock.

The TV screen suddenly went blank, and then was switched off. Barbara slowing came back to the here and now, and saw that the President had moved around from his desk and was standing facing her, hands on hips and scowl on face. The Dean remained seated, also glowering at her.

There was a long silence. Barbara knew they expected some explanation from her, but she could think of nothing to say. Finally, Dean Hooker spoke.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked. "This is not the kind of student activities you're supposed to be leading."

Barbara fought back tears. While she had decided long ago that she didn't care what others thought of her, to be caught in this position was humiliating. She finally composed herself enough to begin speaking.

"I'm soooo sorry" she stammered. "I just had a moment of weakness. I know what I did was very unprofessional."

Both men just stared at her intently. It was as though their eyes were boring holes in her.

They waited for her to continue. Finally, Barbara asked in a weak voice, "do you want me to resign?"

President Brady answered, "Oh, you won't be resigning, but whether you get fired, depends on you. But right now, we want what Tommy got."

As he spoke, he moved in front of where Barbara was seated. She then noticed the bulge in the front of his pants. "Take out my cock", Hooker commanded.

Barbara hesitated a moment, her mind racing through her options. Not being able to come up with any, she reached for his belt.  She quickly undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid them below his knees. He was standing there in plain white briefs. She pulled them down to revel his 8 inch manhood. She put her hand around it, and noticed that her forefinger and thumb just barely met. In spite of her predicament, she thought to herself that this was a nice cock to be on such an asshole.

Knowing she was in no position to resist, Barbara licked the head of the President's cock, savoring the salty, musky taste of his pre-cum. She slowly took his length into her mouth, kneading his ball sack with her hands as she did.  President Brady let out a low moan as Barbara began to suck in earnest. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his meat further down her throat, causing her to gag.

Barbara became aware that Dean Hooker had dropped his pants, moved beside her, and was now pushing his rock hard dick at her face. She jerked it, rubbing the head on her on her cheek, which was puffed out from the cock in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off of the President's cock, and as the men stood on either side of her, used her tongue on both dicks.

Barbara went back and forth between the two men, furiously alternating between licking and sucking. At the same time, her hands were in constant motion, jerking the cock not being sucked off, massaging their balls. 

As she sucked President Brady, he grasped the back of her head and forced her to stay on him. He thrust his cock down her throat and began to fuck her face. In a few moments he exclaimed. "Oh God, I'm cumming! Swallow my cum, you cock sucking slut!"

Barbara felt the cum welling up through his prick, and felt it hit the back of her throat. She felt it slide down into her gullet, as Brady's cock spit out a copious amount of cum.

Meanwhile, watching the lewd display by his boss and his employee was too much for Dean Hooker. Barbara had stopped jerking him to concentrate on her face fuck, so he had taken over wanking himself. Although he wanted to cum in her mouth, he found himself unable to hold off, and started shooting on her face while the President was finishing up cumming. 

Barbara felt Hooker's cum hit her cheek. The next blasts hit her in the eye, and the third landed on her forehead and in her hair. She took her mouth off of Brady, and put her mouth over the Dean's cock in time to catch the last of his massive load. She tasted the sweetness of his cum, and realized that she hadn't tasted the presidents cum at all because he had been so deep in her throat.

Dean Hooker pulled his deflating cock from Barbara's mouth with a plopping sound.  The two men stepped back, and stood looking down at Barbara, who was still seated.

"That was very nice, Barbara," President Brady said. "You are very good at sucking dick, and you obviously enjoy it."

Barbara didn't say anything in reply, and simply looked down at the floor. Actually, she was having trouble focusing her eyes, as one was still full of cum.

Brady kicked off his pants, which had still been around his ankles, and sat on the edge of his desk near Barbara.  He lifted up her face so that she had to look at him. He was struck by how hot she looked, with cum streaks down her cheeks, dripping from her eye, across her forehead, and cum drying into a mat in her hair. He looked into her eyes and said, "Okay, Barbara, this is how it's going to be. You're going to give Bob and me a blowjob whenever we want it. You're going to suck whoever we want you to, whenever we tell you. We know about your little medical problem, and as long as you suck good, we won't bother your dried out pussy."

Barbara stared at the President in disbelief. She was having trouble even listening to his works as he continued talking.

"This arrangement will continue for three months", he said. "If you're a good little slut, you can retire then."

Dean Hooker spoke up from behind Barbara. "Now, there is just one more piece of business for today. Do you know what bukkake is, Barbara", he asked.

Barbara shook her head no. Truth is, she had seen bukkake pictures and videos, and they turned her on greatly. She wasn't going to let on to these creeps, though.

Hooker continue, "well, according to legend, in ancient Japan when a woman turned into a slut and embarrassed her family and community, she would be punished by the men of the village ejaculating on her. You have shamed yourself and this community, so some of the management team have volunteered to help in your punishment."

The President pressed an intercom button, and said into his speakerphone "You can come in now."

Barbara turned in shock to the door, which opened as her colleagues on the college management team filed in. There were twelve guys total, all but four of the men on the team. None of the five other women were present, which relieved Barbara. She wouldn't want her female colleagues to see her like this. 

Barbara noticed bulges in the slacks of most of the men, and several already had their cocks out as they milled about. Some were already taking off their pants.

"I won't do this.....You can't", Barbara hissed to the President and Dean.

"Well, sweetie, look at your contact", Brady said. "It contains a morals clause, and if you are fired for violating it, you forfeit your pension."

Barbara knew he was probably right, and the realization that she was going to be humiliated by her co-workers overwhelmed her. She fought off deep sobs that welled up from her gut; she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Barbara became aware that someone was shoving a dick in her face. It belonged to Jimmy Phillips, the head of Plants and Grounds. She didn't care at all for the slimy little redneck, and she turned her head away. But he was beating off furiously, and in seconds came, spewing out ropes of thick white cum all over her face.

She had closed her eyes when Phillips started cumming. When she opened them again, she saw another dick aiming at her mouth. It belonged to Phil Ramey, head of the Math department and one of her friends. She opened her mouth and took him in. She could hear a scramble as the other men finished undressing and moved closer to observe the action and get in position for their turn.

Barbara became lost in a fog over the next hour or so. She lost count of the number of cocks thrust in her face or in her mouth. She had the fleeting thought that this was happening so fast that she didn't have time to properly suck anybody. Time after time, cocks spewed cum, some into her mouth, but most on her face, in her hair, or on her chest. 

She had tried early on to take off her blouse, but Brady had stopped her. "Leave your clothes on, slut", he sneered. "We want you to look like the cum slut you are."  So her clothes had become drenched, her blouse soaked, and cum puddled in the lap of her skirt. 

Barbara became aware that many of the men were cumming around for seconds or even thirds. Jimmy Phillips pushed his cock at her lips again, and this time she took him in. He fucked her face roughly, and made sure he came deep down her throat this time. She did notice that Hooker and Brady came on her at least once more each, and as the action began to slow down, she did put faces with the cocks spraying cum onto her. She was mortified as she saw guys she worked with each day, whom she respected and wanted respect from, cumming on her like she was a cheap Tijuana whore.

Finally, several minutes passed without anybody squirting jizz on the humiliated woman. 

"Is everybody done?", the President asked.

Everybody either nodded or was silent, so the President said "OK, hit the road, and thanks for helping with Barbara's little lesion today."

As the men dressed and left the President's office, Barbara began to take stock. The pungent smell of cum hung in the air. It smelled like a bottle of Clorox had been spilled. She looked down at her cum stained blouse and the puddle of cum that was soaking into her skirt. She thought to her self that it was good that she was wet from cum there, because she realized her pussy had generated more juice than it had in years. She had not gotten to give a good enough suck to bring herself to orgasm, but in reflection she realized she had been immensely turned on by the bukkake. For the first time in years, her pussy felt wet enough to fuck. But she had no interest in fucking any of these guys at this point.

"Well, Barbara, that was another impressive display", the President said when she was alone with him and Dean Hooker. "I didn't keep a good count, but I think there were at least 33 cum shots. I must say you look lovely covered in cum."

Barbara didn't reply, so Brady continued, "You are not to clean up at all until you leave campus. Billy Howard will see that you get to your car alright."

Billy Howard was the Chief of Campus Police. He had just cummed on her face and in her mouth. Barbara was in a daze as she walked out of the office and met Billy in the waiting area. Billy seemed embarrassed as he followed Barbara out into the parking lot and toward her car. 

Luckily, the walk to her car was a short one, and since it was after 6 PM, there weren't many people about. A few students and staff did see her, most from enough distance that they couldn't tell she was all cummy. She did pass by three female students, one of whom clearly recognized the nature of the wet stains on person and clothes.

When they reached Barbara's car, Billy said, "OK, here you are. Have a good night, and thanks for a great afternoon".

Barbara couldn't look at him, and didn't answer. She got in her car and drove straight home.

As luck would have it, I was out of town, and so I had to hear about it on the telephone. Barbara clearly had mixed emotions about it. On the one hand the episode had really excited her, bringing out some of her submissive fantasies, and giving much craved semen. But on the other hand, she had been humiliated in front of her co-workers, and her reputation at work was shot. She didn't know if she could face people there again. The thought of being controlled by Hooker and Brady was at the same time both exciting and annoying, but we could not give up the pension she had worked hard to earn for 30 years. It was a dilemma we could see no good way out of.

I would not be home until the weekend, so we resolved to discuss things in detail then, and left open the question of whether she would go to work the rest of the week, or call in sick. She did have a civic club breakfast meeting the following morning that she was responsible for providing the program, so she was going to do that.

I hung up wishing her well on her presentation, and told her to try to get some sleep. 

Barbara awoke early Wednesday morning aching all over. She had slept in spurts all night, tossing and turning and full of worry. Her body was still tense from not releasing the stress through sleep. She had decided against going to work, but did feel pressure to follow through on her Rotary Club commitment because she was new to the club.

She dressed conservatively in a nice silk blouse and a navy blue business suit, with a skirt that fell just above the knee. She didn't know if there would be any rumors about her floating around, but she didn't want to promote them by dressing in any way provocatively.

As she drove to the hotel where the club had its breakfast meetings, she rehashed the events of yesterday. There was one member of the management team that was in Rotary with her, Ron Nester. He had been at the meeting, but did participate in her "punishment". She considered him a good friend, and had considered calling him Tuesday night, but decided to just try to glean what he knew and talk to him at the meeting.

By the time Barbara got to the meeting, everyone was seated and just being served. The club president, Bob Moore, motioned for Barbara to come sit at the head table, next to the podium, since she was the speaker. As she walked through the room, she didn't pick up any stares or vibes, so she hoped no one there knew anything. She sat down, and after ascertaining that her power point presentation was all set up; she fell into small talk with her tablemates as they ate their breakfast. She noticed Ron Nester come into the room, and give a thumb up sign to Bob Moore. He saw Barbara and smiled and waved to her.

As most of the club members had finished their meals, Bob Moore stood up and moved to the podium.

"Attention everybody", he said, "We're ready to get started. We have a real treat today. Our own club member, Barbara Gordon, is going to enlighten us about what really goes on out at the college, and show us some of her talents. So without further ado, here's Barbara".

Barbara walked to the podium to raucous applause. Their club was a new and small one, about 30 members total. As she looked around the room, she saw about 20-25 people, all men. None of the other 5 women who were members were present. She thought Bob's introduction a little strange, and now noticing the absence of women, she was getting a sinking feeling that the club members knew all about her indiscretion and her punishment. 

She pressed forward with her presentation. She hit the advance button on the computer remote, and the college logo appeared on the large screen behind her. 

"Thank you, Bob", she began. "I do want to talk to you today about the programs we have for our students and the community, and the many other exciting things that go on at your community college".

She pressed the button to move on to the next slide. She didn't turn around immediately, but she could from the light flickers that it wasn't her static slide on the screen. Simultaneously to her turning to look at the screen, the sounds of noisy cock slurping filled the room. Barbara gasped as she the screen filled with the image of her working on the cocks of Bob Hooker and Ed Brady. She realized that those bastards had taped the whole thing!

Barbara literally got weak kneed, and was only half aware of Bob Moore helping her back into her chair.

Bob Moore took the microphone in hand, and said, "Well, you can see that Barbara is a very, very talented lady. "We'll let you enjoy this tape for a while, and hopefully later we can all sample her talents for ourselves."

Barbara sat in stunned silence as the tape played on. It was an edited version, and only lasted 8-10 minutes, but it featured her sucking off the president and dean, and most of the cum shots from the management team bukkake. It ended showing her cum streaked face, cum matted hair, and cum soaked clothes.


Caught With a Student Ch. 01



Most of the men had watched the film in silence, raptly attentive to the screen. There were a few catcalls, and some exclamations when she deep throated a large cock or took an especially erotic cum load. But when the tape concluded, the club members rose to give her a standing ovation. Barbara couldn't bring herself to look at them, but if she would have, she would have noticed that most were saluting her with pant tents as well.

Bob Moore stood at the podium. "That was something, wasn't it fellas?" he said. "Now Barbara, we aren't going to take advantage of you like that. This is the Rotary Club after all, and our motto is 'Service Above Self'. So we're going to give you the opportunity to serve your club and your college".

Barbara just stared at the club president slack jawed. He continued, "Each of these guys has pledged to give to our scholarship fund for a blow job from you. They made those pledges before they even saw how good you are, so now I'm going to make them double their pledges across the board!"

The men cheered and clapped. Several shouted out "it'll be worth it", or "it better be worth it".

Barbara just sunk lower in her chair as the club president continued. "Now we're not going to tell you how much money we're going to raise; we don't want you to think of yourself as a whore. A slut yes, but not a whore."

Ron Nester joined Bob at the podium. "Here's the way it's going to work", Nester said. "We're not just going to use you as a cum sponge like that bunch of Neanderthals out at the college.  We want you to take your time and give each guy a special blowjob. One at a time, one-on-one".

Bob Moore continued with the ground rules. "Since there are 20 or so guys, at ten minutes each, that would take over three hours, so I ask each guy to try to get himself ready to cum in a reasonable time", he said. He continued, "We'll start with the guys who gave the most money, because they deserve her fresh, and will try to work in those of you that have to get to work early on, too. So lets get started".

Barbara still had not said a word. She felt in a trance, a robot without control over her body. Ron and Bob grabbed her, lifted her to her feet, and led her to a couch in the corner of the room.

"You'd better take off those nice clothes", Ron said. "We don't want to ruin them".

Barbara mechanically stripped out of her jacket, blouse and skirt. She had worn a slip that day, since her skirt wasn't lined. It was a vintage slip, royal blue with lots of lace on the bodice and 6 inches of lace at the hem.

Both men took in their breath when they saw Barbara standing in the slip. "Whoa", Bob said, "leave that on, it's gorgeous". Ron nodded his agreement. 

Barbara sat on the couch. She offered no resistance, or even comment. She felt totally not in control of the situation, and saw no choice but to go along with the flow.

"First up is John McKenna", Bob Moore announced. Barbara didn't really know him, but he was the president of the oldest and largest local bank.

An elderly, distinguished gentleman stepped to the couch.  He was dressed in a conservative suit, which he was trying to remove, but was struggling with in his excitement.

"Here, let me help you', Barbara said, reaching up to assist. She pulled off his suit coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Thank you dear", McKenna said. "This means a lot to me. I'm 72 years old, and my wife hasn't given me oral sex in 35 years, or any sex in 15. I have never paid a hooker, but this is for the scholarship fund, so it's ok".

Barbara smiled to herself as she finished pulling down his suit pants. If that's how he wants to rationalize it, fine. She was struck by the tenderness and innocence of the old man. 

She pulled down his boxers, and he was left standing in an undershirt and over-the-calf socks, with garters. Barbara did a double take; she had never seen a man with garters holding up his socks. Her eyes moved to his cock. It was half hard, nicely shaped, with a nice purple head. She was able to take his entire cock into her mouth, down to the balls, and felt it harden and grow.

"Oh my god", McKenna exclaimed, "I've died and gone to heaven!"

Barbara smiled again internally as she started to work her magic on the old gentleman. She alternated between licking the head of his dick, sucking, and licking his nut sack. It did not take long before the old guy was wheezing and squirting cum into Barbara's mouth. She swallowed down his load without any escaping from her mouth. Barbara noted to herself that he had a lot of cum, and that it tasted extra salty and bitter; maybe that's what 35 years of pent up cum tastes like.

Bob Moore's voice jolted her back to reality. "OK, Ken Jordan is next".

Barbara knew Ken as the leading attorney in town. He was not an imposing figure and fairly soft spoken, but direct, blunt and had a no nonsense approach to things. True to form, he already had his pants off, and delivered his hard prick to Barbara's waiting mouth. 

Jordan's cock was five, maybe six inches at most, and not particularly thick. Barbara liked them this size; easy to deep throat, and not a strain on the jaw muscles.

She easily worked Jordan's cock into her throat, with her nose in his ball sack. She massaged his balls with both hands as she got into a steady sucking rhythm. 

As she sucked Ken Jordan, he put his hands on the back of her head, but not to force her head on his cock, but to gently massage her neck and shoulders. This always turned Barbara on, and as he reached her erogenous zones, her sucking became more intense. She clinched and unclenched her thighs to get friction on her clit, and by the time Ken shot his semen down her throat, she was in the throes of her own quiet, soft orgasm.

Next up was Fred Cooper, Barbara's insurance agent. He also was nude from the waist down, with a nice seven-inch cock standing straight out. He paused for a while a few feet away, taking in the view.

"My god, that slip is lovely", Cooper said. "I think a woman is so sexy in a slip. Why don't women wear them anymore?"

Barbara shifted to straighten out the slip where it had gathered around her waist. "Well, there something of a pain in the ass, really", she answered. "I wear them to please Ron, but not so often, because they just get in the way with lined skirts, and I'm not wearing dresses much".

"Well, you look incredibly sexy in that", Cooper said as he rubbed his hands along the soft nylon of the slip, and felt the intricate lace trim. Barbara began licking his cock and balls as he did so, and before long had established a steady pace, fucking his cock with her throat.

After a good ten minutes of sucking, Cooper started moaning, and exclaimed, "I'm going to cum soon. Can I cum on your pretty face?"

Barbara could only grunt an ok around his cock, and he pulled out just as he sprayed jism on her cheek and chin. He rubbed the cum on her face around with his dick, and stuck his dick back in her mouth for her to clean off the remaining cum. Barbara eagerly did so, tasting the sweet yet salty taste of him.

And so it went. One by one, the club members came to Barbara, and came in or on her. Unlike the previous day at the college, these men were mostly gentle, even tender in letting her give them a sweet blow job rather than trying to fuck her throat or just jerking their cum onto her face or body. 

Only two guys got rough with her. On was her "friend" Ron Nester. Nester hung her head over the back of the couch so he could fuck straight down her throat. But while he fucked her face that way, he reached over and furiously frigged her clit, bringing her to a violent orgasm that in turn triggered his dumping a massive load of cum down her throat.

Finally, there was no line in front of the couch. It was 10:00; meaning Barbara had sucked for two hours straight. By her count Barbara had blown 27 guys (she didn't know whether all were even members of the club- there were a couple she had never seen before). She had swallowed most of their cum. A few, like Fred Cooper, had wanted to cum on her face, but most had been eager to have her swallow their cum. Several told her that even if they could get their wife to suck them, they could never get her to swallow.

In addition to the guys that had cum on her face, in a few cases cum had leaked out of her mouth. So her face was slimy with cum, and there were cum stains on her slip, but all in all it was nothing like the day before.

Bob Moore came up to Barbara, still pant less. Barbara noticed that he was sporting a fresh hard-on. "That was incredible!" he exclaimed. "Best head I've ever gotten".

Barbara just looked at him, but couldn't stifle a smile. She was rather pleased with herself and she had cum five times, three of those without her clit being touched.

"Umm, we were wondering, some of the guys are still horny, and since it's only 10:00, could you maybe go some more?" Bob Moore asked in a pleading tone. "I know we said one bj per guy, but you were so incredible, some of us want, no, need more".

Barbara looked at Moore and around the room at seven or eight more guys that were still hanging around. She was tired, worn out actually, but the guys had been nice, and many of them had complimented her, and genuinely seem to appreciate her.

"Well, I don't know", she said. "My jaw aches and my neck is stiff. I don't really know how many more I can do".

"How about if we make it easy on you?" Bob Moore pleaded. "You can just lie back and we'll jerk off if we can cum in your mouth".

"And I just want to cum on that slip", said a voice from the group that Barbara recognized as belonging to Fred Cooper.

"Alright, I'll go some more, but if I can't suck, you will have to just jerk off", Barbara finally said. 

And so the remaining guys lined up before the couch again. Barbara did suck some of the smaller dicks to completion, but the more endowed had to be content with ball licking and a hand job, although even that ended as Barbara's right arm starting cramping up (and she couldn't do a decent job with her left). So the last few guys were left to just jerk off into Barbara's open mouth. They didn't seem to mind, though.

By Barbara's count, she took 13 cum shots this second round, most in her mouth, although two other guys followed Fred Cooper's lead and deposited their cum on the lace bodice of her slip. That made an even 40 cum shots she had taken for the morning, topping the unofficial count of 33 on Tuesday, and making 73 in less than 24 hours.

Her fellow Rotarians helped Barbara clean up. Since her slip was now cumy and her clothes were clean, she removed the slip and put her suit on over her bra and panties. She was folding the slip to put it in her purse when she noticed Fred Cooper staring at her with a strange look of longing.

"Could you...would you...can I,,,", he stammered, making eye contact and then looking at the slip in her hands. 

"You want this thing?", Barbara asked.

Fred just nodded his head.

"Ok", Barbara said, tossing the slip, still wet with cum, to him, "but you owe me. You have to buy me another".

Fred nodded again, and walked away beaming like a kid that just got the Christmas present he always wanted.

As Barbara prepared to leave, there was an awkward silence. Nobody knew what to say. Finally Bob Moore said, "thanks, Barbara. That was good."

Barbara just looked at him and brushed by him on her way out the door. She got in her car and drove home, and went straight to bed. Unlike the previous night, she went right to sleep and slept for 12 hours straight.