See you at the games.”
“Susan, wait! Whoa:
Susan Gets an Assignment
As she had promised, Susan phoned Jason at his office Monday morning. XXX He has been very depressed ever since. Oh, by the way, I’ve noticed the changes in the cheerleaders’ uniform and how excited you get the growing crowds.” Dean Malcomb’s eyes seemed to be locked on the bumps Susan’s nipples were creating in her top. I want you to go to Dean Malcomb’s office at about four thirty and give yourself to him. If we can draw the older fans to the games, that will mean more fans for us and more money for the university. Just name it.”
“Good. Dean Malcomb groaned and sat back in his over-stuffed chair.
