Lorri's view.

Lorri gives you a long appraising look as Donna leaves the table. "Saw you talking to that Margot girl up on the lawn. I was a piece away, but looked to me like you were having a deep philosophical discussion."

You look at Lorri carefully, seeing no tells in her eyes.

"She asked about tutoring."

"Yeah? That girl last took an interest in her grades about never. She's about power and manipulation, and she knows she don't have to have grades to make her family happy. If she wants tutoring in biology, she's got something else in mind."

You nod carefully. "Could be. Lots of innuendo. Flirting for the sake of flirting."

Lorri nods, looking down at her hands as they cradle her coffee cup. "You want to sample that, do it. I don't care. The little hot pants might as well give it up to someone I like as one of those Hamilton bastards. These bitches are all legal, and almost all of them are begging for it. I wouldn't blame you if you fucked them all end to end."

"Not exactly the high point of professional ethics," you say with a wry smile.

"And they don't deserve better. Long as you cover your ass, do whatever you want. Lets go see this carwash and these titties."

You walk out of the dining hall, strolling up towards the parking lot, enjoying the sunshine. You can see activity on the lot, with clusters of uniformed students gathered to watch. As you get closer you see your car and a few others parked several yards apart. Hoses have been strung and buckets of foamy water stand beside each vehicle. Several Latino maintenance men carry more buckets, brushes and rags as a bikini clad Julia directs them.

Looking at her you have to say that Donna and Lorri's assessment of her charms was, if anything understated. Her large ripe tits are barely restrained by the scantest of white bikini tops, her flesh bulging out of it and threatening to bounce free with each movement. Lorrie smothers a chuckle as she sees Julia, and nudges you in the ribs.

"Told ya," she smirks.