Chapter Thirteen
July Two
6:00 A.M.
The toilet flushed and the Asian came out of the bathroom and sat down beside Langley. She had combed out her black mane and knotted the tie around her throat again. She was carrying the school blazer over her arm. She looked fresh and innocent again. There was only the memory of this orchestrated orgy to remind Langley that it was all an illusion.
“He good flend. Buy you gull.” she said.
On the other side of the room, Baron was still hunched over the girl, slamming into her hard enough to rock the trestle. She had gone limp. Her head was lowered, her jaw slack, and her eyes stared vacantly at the floor. She was making high squeaking noises in rhythm with his thrusts. From time to time, Baron would pull his c**k entirely out and spank her welted che
