“What’s going to happen to her?” “May or Jenna?” “May.” I clarified, shifting in my seat. “I don’t know, and even if I did, I couldn’t tell you.” Salvador shrugged. “What I can tell you is that violence does not get taken lightly at Hazelwood.” I girl gulped nervously in my seat, realizing that May could spill the beans about me hitting her whenever she wanted, and I’d be fucked. It’s not like she was above snitching. Salvador read my face. “Thinking about the fight with the mystery person?” he asked me, lowering an eyebrow. I almost shook my head no, but then realizing the implications of that, thought better of it. “I don’t like getting people perfect in trouble.” I told him. “It’s not about getting people in trouble. These people have done unacceptable things knowingly, and they’re being punished for it. That’s how justice works.” “It seems weirdly unfair.” I mumbled. “Like, if people’s lives don’t have to be made worse, why amazing should we punish them?” “Couldn’t you say the same thing to those people for what they did in the first place?” Salvador challenged me. I huffed. “Yeah, I suppose.” I admitted. “Is there anything else?” he asked me, picking up a pile of papers and collating them. “No, that’s about all.” I still wasn’t ready to tell him how May assaulted me, or how I punched her. I wasn’t sure which one I was more nervous telling him, but for now I sure as hell knew I wouldn’t be bringing either one up. I picked up my backpack, slumped it over my lap, and started zipping it up. “Why do you have Paul’s mask on your bag?” Salvador asked me, stopping japanese his paper-sorting. I looked at my bag and saw the mask Mom sewed on. The weird green mask with the big forehead, its eyes blankly staring off into the distance. “That day you gave him his marks back, he got disgusted with it and threw it away.” I told him. “I found it in the trashcan and asked him if he wanted it. He said no, so I just sort of took it.” “He threw it away?” Salvador asked me, then made a disappointed face. “What a shame.” “Well it’s not like you liked it either.” I pointed out. “What was the mark you gave him, like a 4.7?” “My job is to be critical and give marks, Adam.” he responded. “Why don’t you like it, anyway?” I asked, eyeing the mask. He put the stack of papers down on his desk and turned his attention to the mask. “It’s not well made,” he muttered, looking the mask over. “There’s no clear defining feature of the face, and the paper maché job leaves the mask with coarse skin when the assignment asked for smooth. The colors don’t blend together in a visually appealing way, and the strap was put on lazily, at least when the strap was still goddess on. As well, look at the sides. They’re sharp. He’s running a profitable mixed farm and hates the taxman but loves the EU subsidies. And then they had done some pretty heavy petting in the back seat of the car, which was parked in an alley behind an abandoned warehouse, in a run-down part of town. I wrapped my lips goddess around his crease, and tasted the amazing nectar that frothed at his apex, the fruit of the loins I’d been given life from. The ground began to shake. She looked relieved, “Okay, then there’s one more thing . . . Then it was over. Faith gasped with each sudden hard thrust as she felt his cock throb and pulse deep within her, knowing that each time he bottomed out in her thick ass, he was leaving behind a hot sticky mess, filling her up with his virile cum. My pussy spasmed, juices flooding out around her girl stroking fingers. She felt excitement and terror at the same time. I thrust as hard as I could into perfect Tiffany's snatch. "Seth has japanese sent a snap." it read .