Chapter Twelve
That afternoon they waited for Professor Peck to arrive. Sarah sat nervously on the couch, while Nikki rested her head reassuringly on the blonde's shoulder. They chatted as well as the anxious Sarah was able. Eventually, though, conversation faltered. They sat in silence for several long moments—but then suddenly Sarah realized that the older girl had drawn back and was looking directly at her.
Sarah swallowed uncomfortably. "M-M-Mistress?" she gulped in trepidation.
The other, however, merely flashed a benign smile and reached out to pat Sarah's hand gently.
Sarah licked her lips. "Wh-what is it…N-Nikki?" she asked, still a little uncertain.
But apparently she had guessed right, for the dark-haired beauty showed no anger but instead merely contem
