Her eyes smoldered. We both knew what was going on tonight, and I nearly changed my mind, but then Wilson entered. My clothes were all neatly folded up in a plastic bag and I broke away from Mrs. Smith’s silent accusation.
Tonight was the night. I already knew when, but where the Leather Mask would meet was another matter. Not until this morning through eavesdropping on whispered conversations between the other girls did I found out. Then, just a couple of hours ago, when Mrs. Smith left me alone briefly in the office, I sent off a reply e-mail to Mrs. Smith’s ex, pretending I was her. I couldn’t afford to have him reply and have Mrs. Smith find out, so I told him just to meet me there and that I would look for his red carnation. Now, as I quickly dressed, trying to smooth out the wrinkle
