Examine your purchases. Witness some fun. Meet the Cummins family again.

You take your prizes back to your car, sitting behind the wheel and sipping your coffee as you examine the aerial photograph. It seems evident that the construction in the photograph is roughly on the spot where the underground temple you've see was. Apparently a half-century old bomb shelter has been repurposed to a bizarre sexual clubhouse, you think with a smirk as you put the picture on the passenger seat and start the car.

You're about to drive away when a large pickup truck pulls up and parks in front of you. A lean, handsome young man in work clothes gets out and leans against the door as though waiting for something. You shrug and start to turn your attention back to the book when a red Mini Cooper parks across the street. You watch in mild surprise as a pretty dark haired girl gets out of the car and skips across the street towards the man. She touches one of his tanned bare arms and gives him a smile full of excited promise. He holds the door of the truck open for her and helps her clamber into the cab, one hand on her ass.

She's wearing a Pink Rose student uniform.

You don't recognise her, but you're intrigued by one of the spoiled young girls of the school meeting someone who appears to be well beneath them on the social strata. Curious, you start your car and start to follow the truck as it pulls away from the curb.

You follow the truck out of town, keeping a few hundred yards back. About two miles out of town, it turns onto a rural road that winds between pastoral fields and pretty clumps of woodland. It turns again, this time down a narrow lane that is barely wide enough for two vehicles. You stop for a moment, letting the truck get out of sight, as you consider whether you should continue to follow.

Making up your mind you turn down the lane following into dense clump of woodland. Tree branches arch over the lane, putting you in shadow as you drive slowly. About three hundred yards in you see the truck as you pass a narrow, overgrown path. It appears to be parked in a clearing, but you don't stop, driving further before turning the car around and heading back. You pass the path again, seeing the truck, then park on the side of the lane and walk back.

From the mouth of the path it appears that your first impression that the truck was in a clearing is correct. It's standing in sunshine, unlike the dappled shadows that provide you with cover as you slowly approach. You can see no sign of the occupants, and you move carefully, feeling a need for silence.

As you reach the edge of the clearing you realise that you silence was unnecessary. The sounds of fevered masculine grunting, and excited feminine moans fill the air, making you smile as you move to get a view of whatever is going on.

"Yes! Yes! Stick it in me! Oh Fuck Yes! Oh Fuck I'm coming! Coming! Holy Shit! Holy Fucking Shit!" a girl's voice squeals happily, almost drowning the deep and guttural grunting of a rutting man. You move enough to see them. He's lying on his back on a blanket, the girl riding him frantically, her skirt and jacket cast aside and her shirt open to show a delicious pair of tits.

"Fuck! Oh Fuck So Close! Again! Fuck Yes! Again! Again! Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" she howls as she shudders, throwing her head back, her dark hair flailing as she moans in ecstasy.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck Yeah!" the man growls as he grabs her ass and drives himself upwards as the two of them writhe and buck. She's twerking her ass as they fuck and you can see his thick shaft pumping into her dewy cunt like a mighty meat piston. She claws at his chest as she wails with ecstasy, her body quivering with repeated orgasms.

They're in a frenzy, their bodies writhing and bucking as they strive towards a mutual climax, both of them making animalistic sounds of feral lust. With final fierce howls they finish, and the girl slumps down on him, gasping and giggling as she nuzzles his neck. You step back deeper into the shadow of the trees, continuing to watch.

"Oh fuck that was good! I love your cock," she purrs as she wriggles atop him.

"Sure was," he replies. "It's cold down here babe. Let me up."

"Mmmm, of course babe." She rolls off him and stands, mopping her pussy with one hand, then bending to pick up her discarded panties. "That was so good," she giggles as she pulls them on, then starting to button her shirt.

As he stands up you see the man more clearly. He's in his early twenties, lean but well built, and he pulls on some jeans as he grins at the girl. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Mmmmm, you know it babe," she chuckles, kissing him. "I can't go long without your cock. I start getting withdrawal symptoms if you don't fuck me regularly."

"Horny bitch," he laughs.

"I'm your horny bitch," she replies, kissing him again. "Your horny rich bitch."

"And you like slumming don't you? Love having some blue collar cock up your snatch."

"You know it. As much as you love fucking a rich bitch."

He laughs and hugs her, kissing her hungrily, before slapping her on the ass. "Tomorrow, sweetheart. Come horny."

"Always babe," she laughs as she finishes dressing, a contented grin on her face. You remain still, not wanting them to see you and believing that any movement will betray what cover the deep shadows provide. You see the words 'Acosta Contracting' on the side of the truck and note the heavy toolbox secured in the back.

Once dressed, the two of the get in the truck, which starts with a deep rumbling noise. It turns and heads back down the narrow path, leaves and branches brushing against it as it moves. You wait until the sound of the engine is out of earshot before heading back to your car, wondering just who the horny young student was.

Back on campus you park the car and stroll down to your cottage, checking your watch. You have just enough time to put your purchases away and make the meeting withValerie's parents. You smile as you enter your residence, putting the picture and the book on the dining room table, then changing your mind and taking the picture upstairs to your room, putting it on the dresser. That done, you leave your cottage, striding quickly towards the main building.

Stepping into the headmistresses outer office, you see the door to her sanctum standing open, her secretary nods and points with a pen at the door, and you step through to see that you're the last to arrive.

"Great, we're all here," Ms. Naylor says as you close the door behind you and take a seat. Valerie is sitting beside the headmistress, her lips pressed together but looking in control of herself and determined. She gives you a quick glance as you sit and you see a flicker of happiness in her eyes.

"Valerie, if you're feeling up to it, why don't you tell us how you feel?" Ms. Naylor says, her voice full of concern and encouragement.

"Coach Watts and Mr. Carter, they've helped me," the girl begins. "Showed me how mean I was being. And promised to help me be a better person. And Coach Watts says I can play, as long as I keep improving. This is really important to me." She looks directly at her father, her face confident and defiant. "I don't want to go to another school. I want to stay here. I want to be a better person. And I want help. And I want to play."

"I'm not sure..." her father begins.

"I'm sure," Valerie interrupts him, her voice trembling slightly. "You always make decisions for me, but this one I have to make for myself. I don't want to leave Pink Rose. I won't."

"Valerie's right," her stepmother says with a kindly smile and a glance at Brian. "If staying here helps her, then she should stay." She turns to her husband and puts a hand on her arm. "I love it up here. It's so quiet and relaxing. I could book a hotel room and stay up here for a while so I'm close by if Valerie needs me." She smiles at her stepdaughter who looks back at her with a surprised frown but says nothing.

"I agree," Deborah Cummins adds, giving the younger woman a suspicious glance. "At least about Valerie staying here. It's important that she's a part of the decision, the most important part of the decision in my view."

Valerie's father looks sulky, glancing at his young wife as though he feels betrayed, but nods his head in surrender. "I suppose we can try it," he says grudgingly then looks at Suzanne. "Are you sure you want to spend time up in this backwater? You'll be bored to ****."

"But you're so busy darling," the pretty young blonde answers with a smile. "And its important Valerie gets all the help she needs."

You see a glance pass between her and Brian and you have no doubt that the stepmother's plan has more to do with getting fucked by your roommate than helping Valerie. You see Deborah frowning slightly, but then looks at you with a fleeting smile. Dean Hawkfeather sits silent and watchful, his eyes sliding over the Cummins family as if appraising them. Ms. Naylor watches with narrowed, thoughtful eyes, then turns to Valerie with a protective smile.

"I think that's settled then," she says to the worried looking teen. "As long as you continue to show progress there will be no further action taken on this matter. But I remind you that you are effectively on probation Miss Cummins. Any serious breaches of behaviour will be dealt with severely."

"Yes Headmistress," Valerie says quietly. "Thank you Headmistress."

"You're welcome. You may go." Valerie stand up and smooths her skirt demurely, then gives perfunctory hugs of farewell to her family before turning to the door. She gives you a quick smouldering glance and a hint of a smile as she leaves, shutting the door behind her.

"I think that went well," Ms. Naylor says. "Does anyone have anything else?"

Valerie's father still looks sulky, but stays quiet and everyone else shakes their head. The Headmistress stands and thanks everyone for coming, offering smiles and congratulations as the Cummins family files out the door. Deborah Cummins gives you a lingering glance and a smile before the door shuts behind her and Ms. Naylor turns to the three of you remaining.

"Excellent work gentlemen, and thank you for your support. Please inform me immediately if there are any problems with Miss Cummins. I'd hate to think that she's play acting, but her track record here is not very good." Brian and you nod agreement, while Dean Hawkfeather smiles tightly.

"I'll let you go for lunch. Thanks again," she smiles as she steps towards her desk, obviously dismissing you.

"Actually Headmistress, I'd like a quick word on another matter," Dean Hawkfeather says. Ms. Naylor looks slightly surprised, even a bit flustered, but nods agreement as you and Brian leave the office.