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Stamdard Warning - Don't read it if you don't understand what sex is.
Go home and look through the keyhole first!






My Down Fall

 I smiled and looked down at Karyn, the thirteen year old girl who had
just finished giving me another of her most expert blowjobs.   She
glanced up at me, brushing her hair away from the side of her head,
where it was sticking in the fresh cum that I’d just squirted on the
side of her face.

Kar is some kind of sex fiend, for a 13 year old she is one wild girl,
the most uninhibited female that I know, or have ever known for that
matter.   She’s small, a frail looking little girl, and she looks
totally innocent.   But underneath that exterior of harmlessness is, I
have decided, a budding nymphomaniac.   I have never fucked her.   I
don’t know what she would be like in that aspect of sex, but let me
tell you, she sucks my cock like no body else, and she loves it.   Of
course so do I, now that it has happened so many times.

I was stretched out on the couch, with my pants down around my ankles,
and she was playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse before the
kill.   As I looked at her, she smiled at me, one of her smirky little
expressions, and with hard stokes was sliding her hand up and down the
fully length of my cock.   I am not circumcised and each with each
stroke she intentionally pushed the skin up over the head of my penis
then with a fast hard downward stroke she pushed the slippery skin
away, exposing the sensitive glans.   At the bottom of each stroke,
with a steady push she stretched the skin to almost a painful
tightness right where it attached to the underside of the head.   I
jerked forward with each of her strokes, and she would quickly lean
forward and suck hard just on the tip, then circle her tongue around
the super sensitive head of my slowly softening penis.

"Hmmm, good." She said, slurping her lips up and down the length of my
surging hardness.

Alicia Lynn, Kar’s 17 year old sister was setting on the end of sofa
away from us.   Alicia liked to watch us, and Me and Kar, and we liked
for her to.   Alicia had been Kar’s teacher, or that was what the
girls told me, one day Kar had asked Alicia about sex and that was
when all of this had started.   Alicia had shown Kar everything, all
about sex and how to do it.   About 3 or 4 months ago Kar had wanted
Alicia to teach her how to give a blow job and I became the lucky or
unlucky, as you may choose to view it, person to participate in Kar’s
education.

I guess I should explain a little about how all of this fun stuff came
about.   I met both of the girls at church.   Yeah, I know, it sounds
like I am a child molester, but I am not, I haven’t done anything that
could be considered without their consent, just the opposite, the
wanted it and demanded it.   Sure, I know that it is against the law,
having sex with a 13 year old, what idiot isn’t smart enough to know
that, but I didn’t plan it, Alicia and Kar did.   Yes, it may sound
like I am claiming that I was victimized, that I got caught, that I
could have walked away from them, and I guess that is true.   However,
there are other things that influenced my ability to walk away, things
that I never expected to happen.   Maybe you can call it blackmail, or
just very persuasive encouragement.   All I can say is it wasn’t my
idea that I ended up doing what ever a 13 year old girl told me to do,
but that is the way most of life goes.    So, here is how it all
started.

One thing that I have learned is that the old saying about women being
ruthless, without mercy, that when it comes to pure unadulterated
ability to go for the kill, leave the dirty work to a female, well it
is all true.

My situation all started because of my lust, not for Kar and not for
Alicia, but for their mother, Elizabeth.   She and I both work as
teachers for the "teen" group at church Sunday school.   Two teachers
are used for the teen group because the class is coed and it only
seems "modern" to have two teachers, a male and a female.

To me Elizabeth and her two girls looked like the perfect "single
mother family".   Liz has been single for as long as I’ve known her.
Why she’s single, and how she became that way is a typically story of
a successful husband lured away by the wealth he made and the people
he met along the way.   That part is to dull to even talk about.   If
you’ve heard about one broken family then you’ve heard about them all.

I am married and have been for a long time.   I love my wife, I still
do in fact, but I am only a man, nothing more and nothing less, and
spending a few hours a week with a single women leads to many things.
My evenings lead to Kar and Alicia, and not Liz, although she
unconsciously played a role in it happening.

Liz and I would meet at the church one night a week, usually on
Tuesday or Thursday, to plan and go over the lesson that we were going
to teach on Sunday.   We got to be good friends, she shared her story
about becoming single and me, being a basically very kind and
considerate person, listened.   One night we were both bored with
working on the lessons for the upcoming week and we made a mistake,
and that mistake is what set me up for what happened.

At the church we have a really nice video production system.   Mostly
it is used to make videos that are sent to missionaries the church
supports.   Some of them are in foreign countries and the videos
provide another way for information to be disseminated to the people
in those remote locations.   The first videos got great reviews and
other churches wanted them too.   The whole thing just kind of took on
a life of it’s own and pretty soon the church was sending them all
over the place.   They have even sold them to other churches.   So
what began as a small inside operation became a real money making
operation for the church.

I don’t think the videos could be called professional productions, but
they are certainly of high enough quality to be useful.   Mostly the
videos are of  things like the lessons that were being taught and
maybe the music programs put on by the church.   The video program
really turned out to be a lot bigger than anyone expected.

Teenagers are interested in any thing that is fun, and it was obvious
that the most fun being had by anyone at the church was the video
production group.   So, Alicia became interested in making videos.
Obviously, the video production group also met at the church to work
on their latest production.   Their meetings are also held on Tuesdays
or Thursdays, sometimes both nights if they needed to meet a deadline
for the next tape.

There are two recording studios located in adjacent rooms, on the same
side of the hallway.    The main video studio was put into one of the
bigger classroom while the small studio is in a much smaller room.
All of the high tech equipment, recorders, editing equipment and
mixers for sound and video are in a control room built in the back of
the big room.   A stage, lighting system and other stuff were
installed in the front.   The stage was equipped with a permanent
sound system, microphones, freestanding and suspended ones.   The
sound from the microphones at the stage is fed to the recording
equipment at the back.   The cameras themselves are of three types,
two are the big bulky tripod mounted, two are small shoulder carried
and two very small permanently mounted camera.   The small permanently
mounted cameras are the master camera that produces the master
synchronization track, one is in the main studio and the other is in
the small studio.  

What got me in trouble was that the permanently mounted camera in
small studio.

I know this is getting hard to visualize the arrangement of all the
stuff.   Just remember that the whole setup was installed in two rooms
that are on the same side of the hall.   The big classroom is the main
studio and the control room, the next room down the hall, and on the
same side of the hall, is the small studio and used when the main
studio is busy.   Also, the small studio is used only for those
sessions where the sound is recorded on a mono-track, so there is only
one suspended microphone.   Usually  the small studio is used for
taping of lessons and instructional material.

The control room has a big picture window through which the people
working as recording technicians could see into the main studio.   For
the small studio there is only a little tiny window and a pass through
hole, but there is no door into the control room from the small studio
into the control room.

Alicia spent a lot of time working as an assistant in the control
room.   During a live recording session sometimes there would be five
or six people working in the control room.   After the recording work
they tape had to be edited.   Editing is usually done by one or two
people and, obviously, there wouldn’t be anyone on the stage.   Alicia
is very good at both the recording and editing of tapes, a skill that
she used against me.

Liz and I would meet in the foyer between the church chapel.   I
usually got there a few minutes before Liz & Alicia.   Once the ladies
arrived, Alicia would hurry off to help with the latest video
production and Liz and I would retreat to an empty classroom to do our
work.   We were not very picky about the room that we used, we’d just
go from door to door until we found a room that wasn’t being used and
go in and set up our stuff and work as long as we felt like it.

On the night that caused all my trouble, Liz and I chose the small
studio as our work location.   The only furniture in the room was a
lectern, work table and several chairs all around the table.   The
room isn’t all that big and even the little bit of stuff just about
filled it up.   There was an area between the back wall and the table
maybe 6 or 8 feet wide.   It is a small room, but it made a very cozy
work space.   The overhead lights are adjustable, there is a dimmer
switch by door.   As we went in I adjusted the lights up to the
maximum so that we could read from the lesson books.   We immediately
arranged our stuff on the table and sat down to get to work.

What we didn’t know was that Alicia was the only person working in the
control room.   She told me later that she was editing a special tape
that was made up of clippings from the archives.

It took us about an hour to get everything organized for the next
week.   It never occurred to either of us that Alicia had been
watching us through the small viewing window and was actually
recording the video and audio feeds from the suspended microphone and
the permanently mounted master tracking camera.   For that first hour
the tape Alicia made would have bored a person to death, what is there
to watch when two people are working?

We’d decide that Liz should do most of the standup talking in the
classroom on Sunday.   I usually did most of the standup talking
mainly because Liz was very self-conscious about speaking to groups.
Some people just never get over stage fright, no matter how many times
they stand up and talk.   Even when they know all the people in the
group, they still get nervous and Liz is like that.   When it comes to
being friendly in an informal setting she does great, but put her up
in front of that same group of people when she has to speak and she
just falls apart.

I saw that she was already nervous about doing the lesson and
suggested that we rehearse it.   She thought that it was a goo idea
and I moved my chair away from the table, around to the area in front
of the lectern.    I was her audience, and she could stand up and walk
through the whole presentation.

Another thing about women, they are so emotional, any little thing
will set them off, which usually ends up with them crying.   Liz
started her presentation, with me being the whole audience, after
about 10 minutes and ten mistakes, she was so mad at herself she was
ready to go back and plan the whole lesson over with me doing all the
stand-up work.   I made the big mistake of laughing at her.   She
instantly burst into tears.   I was shocked and just sat in my chair
for a few minutes, hoping that she would compose herself and continue.

She finally got so upset that she yelled at me, saying, "Well are you
just going to set there or are you going to help me?"

I stood up and walked up to the front of the room and stood next to
her.   She was still sobbing.   I said; "Liz, come on there is no
reason to be so upset.   I’ll do it if you want me to."

She looked up at me and said, "You really don’t mind?"

I said, "Of course not.   I like to do it."

I could see the relief in her eyes and she kind of spontaneously
leaned toward me.   I thought she was going to hug me, but she quickly
raised up on her toes and gave me a kiss.   Just a little peck but it
felt like a 1000 volt electric shock through my whole body.   I was so
shocked I couldn’t move a muscle and just stood there with my mouth
open.

She could see the shock in my eyes, me standing there like a fool, and
she started laughing and said, "John, I just love you, you are so nice
and such a gentleman.   I just love coming here to spend time with
you."   With that she moved up against me and began to hug me.

My arms, all by themselves encircled her and I hugged her back.   We
stood like that for what seemed like a long time, but I know it could
not have been more than a few seconds.   It felt like heaven with her
so close and I didn’t want to let her go, her smell permeating my
mind, and she was hugging me as hard as I was hugging her.

I felt her suddenly stiffen and I released my arms and she stepped
back.   Again I was to shocked to say anything and she started
laughing and said, "Thanks for the hug I’ve been dreaming about you
holding me for a long time.   Maybe I can give this lesson another
try!"

I just stood there looking at her.   Finally she chuckled and said,
"OK, are we going to try this lesson again?"

I had a thousand things running through my mind.   I could still feel
her inside my arms and the odor of her still felt like a hot blanket
wrapped around me.   I finally gave my head a shake and tried to say
that I was ready for her to try again, but all that came out was a
strangled sound of "Uh ....".

She really started laughing then and said, "John, I didn’t mean to get
you so upset, I’ve never seen you when you couldn’t talk."

I started laughing at that, a real nervous laugh and I said, "Yeah,
well Liz you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hold you close to
me!", as I said that I turned and walked back to the chair where I’d
been setting while she rehearsed the lesson.

When I sat down and looked back at her she was looking at me with a
very serious expression on her face.   I could tell she was thinking
about what I’d just said.   We both just sat there looking at each
other for again what seemed like a long time.

Finally she spoke in almost a whisper, "John did you mean that?   Have
you really thought about me?"

Now it was my turn to shock her.   I said, "Liz, I’ve thought about
you a lot.   Almost everyday I think about you and coming here and
spending time with you is just about the most exciting thing I do."

She said, "John, you are married and I am divorced, that is a very bad
situation."

I said, "Yes it is, but it is still the most exciting thing I do."

She looked at me again, this time with sympathy and said, "Well, I
guess I have to admit, I think about you too.   But it will hurt a lot
of people?"

I even shocked myself with what I said next, three little words seemed
to come out by themselves, I said, "I don’t care."

She started to say something, but it never came out.   Instead with
deliberate action she turned and walked toward the door.   I thought
she was walking out and that what I had said was something that she
would never forgive me for.   I was instantly aware that I would
probably never see her again.

Her purse and jacket were laying on a chair by the door, as she got
close to the door she reached down and picked up her purse, but not
her coat.   She then turned and looked back at me, there was a real
determined expression on her face, she said, "I got to go to the
bathroom.   I’ll be right back."

I said, "That is a good idea, I think I’ll go to." and I stood up and
walked across the room.   She opened the door and we both walked down
the hall toward the bathrooms at the end of the hall.

As we walked along the hall the tension between us was very, very
high.   When we got to the end of the hall, just before she pushed the
bathroom door open she turned and looked at me and said, "Are you sure
you don’t care who gets hurt?"

For a second I was scared, then something inside of me clicked, almost
like a light switch turning off, and I said, "Liz, I don’t care!   I
am sure."

She said, "OK, I’ll be right back." and walked on into the bathroom.

I went into the men’s bathroom wondering what she meant and as I
walked up to the urinal to take a leak I couldn’t understand any of
what had just happened.   I was so excited by the whole thing that I
was literally shaking.   Call it nervous, call it scared, call it
worried, call it anything you want, I didn’t understand what I was
experiencing.   As I finished taking a leak, I just shook my head, and
mumbled, "What have I got myself into."

When I got back out in the hall it was empty.   The hall lights are on
a timer and about half of them had gone off while I was in the
bathroom, so I knew it was getting late.   The only thing that I
noticed, but it didn’t register, was that there was a flashing sign in
the hall that said, "Recording".   Little did I know but what was
being recorded was what was going on in the small studio.

I stood in the hall outside the bathrooms for a couple more minutes
then decided that Liz had already gone back to the room.   As I walked
back down the dimly lighted hall my mind was still going a hundred
miles an hour.   I had to walk directly under the sign that kept
flashing it’s unrecognized warning: "Recording! Recording! Recording!"

Liz wasn’t in the room, so I walked back over to where I’d been
setting and took a seat.   I was still setting there deep in thought
when I heard the door opening, it was Liz.   When she walked in the
room she let the door close slowly behind her and stood there looking
at me again, she said, "Last chance to say good-bye!"

I laughed and said, "Say good-bye to what?   The most exciting thing
in my life!"

She laughed and turned back toward the door.   For a second I thought
she really was leaving this time, but instead she took hold of the
door knob and I heard a loud click as she locked it.   Again I had the
opportunity to put the flashing sign in the hall and the fact that the
door could be locked from the inside together.   The only reason
anyone would want to lock the door from the inside was to keep someone
from interrupting a recording session.   Still it didn’t all come
together.

She turned back toward me and said, "I had to put in my diaphragm and
spermicide."

I didn’t know what to say, but I managed to say, "Yeah good idea."

She laughed when I said that and so did I.

>From that point on things were out of control for both of us.   She
never hesitated and walked across the room toward me, the whole way
she was looking me straight in the eye.   Neither of us broke the
look.

There were no other chairs near where I was setting  in the room.
All the other stuff around the table in the front of the room.   I
just sat there watching her approach.   Once she got up close she kind
of sat down sideways on my lap, putting her arms around my neck she
leaned down and began to kiss me.   A deep hungry kiss, almost
ferocious in her attack.   I kissed her back, sliding my tongue along
her lips.   She responded by opening her mouth and sucking my tongue
into hers.   It was a kiss of such intensity that we were both
shaking.   It was wonderful the fresh taste of her mouth, the slippery
feeling of her tongue on mine, we held the kiss for a long time.
Each of us feeling the heat building within ourselves.

Finally when we broke the kiss we were both out of breath.   At first
I thought I was having an asthma attack, I could hardly catch my
breath and she was breathing right in time with me.   She leaned into
kiss me again and I met her hunger with a matched intensity.   Again
kissing and sucking each other so deeply that I thought we would cause
our lips to bleed.

As we continued to kiss I began to move my hands up the side of her
body, slowly with infinite tenderness.   Stroking the fire that was
building inside of her.   She was wearing a white blouse and dark blue
skirt that fit tightly, but not skin tight, something that would be
acceptable at any social function.   The blouse fit very loosely and I
began to try to pull it out from the waist band of her skirt, I needed
to feel her skin with my hands.   I struggled a few seconds with the
material and she began to help me, pulling hard enough that I heard
the material give a little ripping sound as she pulled it out.    I
quickly pushed my hands under the material and lifted it up, as I slid
my hands upward I realized that I did not feel a bra.   She must have
taken it off in the bathroom.   I immediately slipped my right hand up
along her spin, feeling the texture of her skin change from smooth
silk to chilled bump covered satin.   My left hand was resting on her
belly and I stroked upward across the flat smoothness feeling the
muscles in her stomach quiver and pulse from my touch.

As my left hand came in contact with the bottom orbs of  her breast
she suddenly jerked and began to giggle.   She said, "John no man has
touched me since my husband left 4 years ago.   I am sorry if I can’t
hold still, it just feels so wonderful!"

I said, "Liz I want to make love to you.   I can hardly stand it here.
I want to take you to a real bed, somewhere where it will be more
tender, where I can do it for you the way it should be done."

She said, "John, I need it now, I don’t want to wait, not a day, not a
hour, not a minute.   I need to feel you, do it to me, please."

I didn’t say anything, I just started kissing her again.   I raised my
left hand up to cover the tip of her breast, again she jerked and a
huge sigh of pleasure escaped from her as I gave the nipple a very
gentle squeeze.   She began to grind her ass into my crotch.   My
penis as hard as stone and extended parallel to my leg.   I wear boxer
style, baggy shorts and as my erection grew my cock was held hard
against my leg by her weight.

I continued to kiss her and gently squeeze her breasts for a few more
minutes.    She would twist and wiggle each time I rubbed her breasts.
Suddenly she started pulling away from me and rose up to a standing
position by the side of the chair.   I pushed her blouse up and began
to kiss upward along her stomach, finally raising her blouse up to the
point that both of her breast were slightly above my eyes.   Leaning
forward I sucked first her left nipple into my mouth.   As I sucked
her nipples I realized that she was so hot that her breasts were
actually milking.   A mildly sweat flavor, kind of smoothness began to
fill my mouth.   I suckled first one breast then the other, each
providing their share of lust nectar.

I said, "Liz, your breasts they are wonderful, I taste you here and it
is like a flower opening to give it’s honey."

She said, "I know, I used to do that when I was first married, when I
was a virgin, before the girls were born, but Oh, John it has been so
long since I have felt it.   I feel it with you, I knew I would."

It was time, if we were going to fuck we both knew it was time to do
it.   I said, "Liz, I want to fuck you, now.  Let me get my pants off,
then lets fuck like we both never have before."

She didn’t say anything just stepped back a little.   I stood up and
began to unbutton my pants.   That night I had changed into my casual
clothes and had on my jeans, a print shirt and my jogging shoes.   I
used the toe of one shoe to pull off the other then my socked foot to
pull off the remaining shoe.   It took me less than ten seconds to get
my pants and underwear off.   The coolness of the room felt wonderful
on my balls and cock.

Liz had stood out of the way as I pulled my pants off.   As I tossed
them on the floor I heard a gasping intake of breath.   I looked up
and at her, she was starring at my penis.   She looked up at me and
said, "John your big, I had no idea that you had such a big penis."

I smiled at her and said, "Liz, I’ll be gentle, I promise I won’t hurt
you."

She said, "But my husband he wasn’t as big as you, I think I am going
to love this more than I thought.   How big are you John, I need to
know?"

I said, "A little more than average, the last time it seemed
important, I think I measured it at 8 inches."

She said, "No it’s bigger than that."

I said, "Liz, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen one of these, it
won’t seem so big next time."

She laughed at me and said, "Yes you are probably right"

I said, "Where we going to do this at?"

She looked around a little lost for a second, then said, "On the
floor?"

I said, "No it is hard and cold on the floor.   How about just here on
the chair.   I’ll set back down and you can come and straddle over the
top."

She said, "OK, I’ll try."

I sat down on the chair, my penis sticking straight up.   Liz moved
closer to me and began to move her hand toward my erect cock.   Once
she touched me she began to run her fingers up and down the sensitive
surface.   She looked up at me and said, "I need to feel you inside of
me."

I said, "I am ready."

With that she started struggling trying to get the material of her
skirt up around her waist.   I said, "Take it off."

She just glanced at me and said, "OK", and reached around behind
herself with both hands.   I could hear the material rustle as she
undid the top button and the then the noise the zipper made as she
slid it down.   With a single motion she dropped her skirt down and
lifted her right foot then left foot out, dropping the skirt on the
floor.   She did not have her panties on, again I thought part of the
preparations made in the bathroom.

She took one step over to the side of the chair, standing on my left
side.   I placed my hands on either side of her hips to steady her and
she lifted her left leg and slid her foot around so that she was
standing spread eagle over the top of my erect penis.   With a slow
action she began to lower herself down toward me.   I grasped my cock
at the base and placed the head of my penis against her pubic area.
She was so hot that her cunt felt like she was on fire.   I rubbed the
head of my cock back and forth across her vaginal area a couple of
times, spreading the fluids coming from me and her.

Then I placed the tip of my cock at the opening of her womanhood.   We
were both very wet from the fluids and the head of my cock slipped
easily into her.   The pleasure for me was so great that I moaned and
so did she.   She was tight there is no doubt and I could see that
there was a little pain for her by the expression on her face, but she
did not stop lowering herself and I could feel more and more of me
going into her.   When she was fully down my cock fully inside of her
she placed her arms around my neck and again leaned forward to kiss
me.   Again we kissed with the same abandon as before, our tongues
frantically seeking each others mouth.     She began to roll her hips
forward and back and her moans were louder and louder.

I was squeezing her nipples again and she was rocking harder and
harder into me.   It didn’t take but maybe 3 minutes and we were both
out of control.   I felt her vagina squeezing me and getting tighter
and tighter, I could tell she was almost to orgasm.

She began to mumble, "I’m almost there John, almost, fuck me John,
fuck me you bastard!"

I was setting in the chair, she was doing all the fucking, but I tried
to roll my hips upward, pulling as much of my cock out of her as I
could, then pushing it back in.

The onset of her orgasm was a beautiful thing to see and feel.   She
rocked into me one more time and suddenly she was there, her whole
body tensing up and shaking.   At the same time I felt the tightness
of my body increase and my cum going into her.    I grabbed her around
the waist and jacked my cock into her as hard as I could.    As soon
as the spasms in her body and mine stopped we both looked each other
in the eyes.   She kind of leaned forward placing her head on my neck
and held on to me.   I held her too, I wanted to stay like that
forever, I also wanted to get her into bed somewhere.   I could only
see the pain that we were, from now, on going to cause each other.   I
held her for a few more minutes and felt her began to move a little
bit.   My penis was still hard as stone and I know that we could have
done it again, the next time more slowly and better for the both of
us.

She said, "John, I have dreamed about this, but I never thought it
would happen."

I held her close to me and said, "The same for me Liz.   I have wanted
you for a long time, almost since we first met.   I never dreamed it
could happen."

We stayed like that for a few more minutes.   I finally said, "Liz, we
need to get our clothes back on, it is getting late, I don’t want to,
but we have to, OK."

Finally she began to move around and I helped her rise up, my still
hard penis slipping from  her wetness.   She smiled at me and said, "I
could use some more of that but for right now, we have to get out of
here."

I said, "I agree, next time will be better.   I’ll come to your place
next time OK?"   Leaning over I picked up my pants off the floor and
stood up and began to put them back on.

We were both hurrying around in frantic activity, trying to get our
clothes back on.   It only took us a couple of minutes to get dressed.

She said, "I need to make one more trip to the bathroom."

I said, "OK, I’ll wait here."

She hurried out of the room.   I turned and looked at the chair,
thinking that I’d have to find a special way to remember that
inanimate object.   As I looked at the chair thinking about what I had
just enjoyed I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye.

I jerked with another shock when I realized that the movement, that I
wasn’t even sure I saw, was in the glass of the small window from the
video controlroom.   At the same time I heard the door to the room
shut with a thud, and I breathed a big sigh of relief when it dawned
on me that the movement I saw was probably a reflection of Liz as she
came back in the room.

Liz came directly across the room toward me.   I smiled at her and she
smiled back.   She walked right up to me, threw her arms around my
neck and began kissing me again.   I couldn’t help but kiss back.
She broke the kiss and with a lot of intensity said, "That is in
preparation for next time!"

I smiled and said, "I can hardly wait!"

We both laughed and I said, "Lets get out of this place before
somebody catches us!"

Just as we both turned to walk back toward the table and lectern where
all the lesson stuff was still laid out the door to the room flew open
and Alicia walked in.   She said, "Mom are you ready to go?   I’ve
been waiting up front for a long time."

Liz said, "Yes we are just finishing up with what we had to do.   Let
us get our stuff together."

Alicia said, "OK Mom, See ya at the front."  and turned and walked out
of the room the door closing behind her.

It only took us a couple of more minutes to pile everything up and
head out of the room.   I turned off the lights as we went out.   Liz
said, "That room will have a different meaning for me from now on."

I said, "I know what you mean."

As we walked away from the room it was at that instant that I felt
something wrong.   I didn’t know what it was, I just had some deep
inkling of an idea that I had missed something.   Looking back down
the darkened hall I noticed the sign, the sign that had been flashing,
"Recording! Recording! Recording!"   I saw two of them, one above the
door to the main studio and one above the door to the small studio.
I realized that I wasn’t sure which sign had been flashing.   I was
scared, deep inside of me I felt something bad coming, I just didn’t
know how seriously right I was.   The real dilemma was I didn’t know
what to expect.

It wasn’t very long until I found out.   In fact I found out exactly 3
days later, on Sunday.

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