Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane

Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters associated with the game “Rumble Roses”. This is basically a vehicle for lesbian sex between my two favourite characters (and a few others). Please enjoy it on that level and nothing more.
The sex is graphic, but I need plot and character development in my stories, so just beware. Also, I can spell, unlike many smut/Hentai authors out there. If you notice any typos, please tell me. Then prevent me from committing seppuku in the corner…

Part 6

A peal of thunder shook Miss Spencer’s hotel suite. Lightning flashed in through the windows and illuminated the room. She lay on her side in bed, staring at the wall. In spite of her body’s exhaustion, sleep eluded her. She sighed deeply, her heart and mind troubled.
“Miss Welsh… tomorrow we face each other one more time. The victor advances and the loser is out of the tournament. But the truth is that tomorrow we will both be out of the tournament. I will defeat you then I shall take us both back to St Marguerite’s. I have no choice.”
Another flash of lightning.
“What will happen in tomorrow’s match? You have already proven to me that you’ll do anything to win. You’re not match for my skill, but am I a match for the ruthlessness you’ve displayed?”
There was no solace in lying down. She rose and walked over to her nightstand. In the dim light she took a long look at herself. The lingerie she wore was short, sheer and scandalous. She had many such items, her own little rebellion against the strict rules of St Marguerite’s. The red material hugged her body close, showing off her curves and accenting her small waist.
Observing herself in the mirror, she removed a strap from one shoulder and let it slide down her arm. She swell of her breast caught her attention and she delicately traced a fingernail down the sensitive skin.
“I know what the girls at school say about how I look. Is it so hard to admit to yourself that it pleases you? What is so wrong with attractive young women lusting after you? No one says you have to reciprocate… no matter how much you may want to…”
She slowly removed her lingerie and looked at herself long and hard. It sounded egotistical, but she could see why the naughtier girls at school lusted after her. Her lustrous skin was soft and white as alabaster. Her bust was very large, her breasts very full, but they had a natural lift because of how strong she kept her back muscles. She smiled, thinking of how she would catch the girls or even the holy sisters sneaking peeks at her while she worked out in the gym.
Her waist was tiny, especially situated beneath her bosom. Her stomach was flat and tight, her hips firm and strong, but smaller than the bust. Her long legs were supple and strong, but not immediately muscular. She was pleased that her natural athleticism was hidden beneath what the girls would call a ‘hardbody’.
She gazed at her womanhood, hairless and smooth; she had kept it so for years, first beginning to shave after her brutal encounter with Eve all those years ago.
Her fingers slid down her frame and pressed them against her netherlips. She was too troubled to pleasure herself, but somehow the sensation of pressure in that place just felt calming and reassuring. She felt gentle warmth spread through her and she relaxed a little.
She was worried. Not that she would lose, but what lengths would she have to go to in order to beat Miss Welsh. She didn’t want to hurt the girl, especially since she was trying to keep her from harm in the first place.
Miss Welsh…I fear for us both…
***

Thunder shook the tiny motel room, illuminating it with a flash. Yukina squealed and hid beneath the covers, holding onto Candy tightly. Obviously the girl was seraunophobic.
Candy sighed when she realized she knew what that word meant- yet another example of Miss Spencer’s unwanted teachings. It was going to take her forever to unlearn what she’d been taught. Not that she willfully valued ignorance, but there was a principal involved in standing against authority and what it forced down your throat. The only useful lessons came from the street. After all Aisha didn’t have book smarts, but she was rich beyond belief and lived a dream life.
Not that it had kept her from getting her ass kicked by Miss Spencer.
Candy put her arm around her lover and cradled her gently. The girl could fuck like no tomorrow, but Candy was getting a little sick of how needy she was. She’d probably ditch her before the final round of the tournament. She didn’t need emotional baggage going into the ring.
“K-kowai…” squeaked the Japanese girl.
“Sure, whatever…” Candy mumbled. She reached a hand inside the tangled sheet and began caressing Yukina’s breasts, knowing that she liked this and hopefully it would calm her down. Predictably, the girl moaned and squirmed closer to Candy, enjoying the ministrations.
Candy fondled Yukina absently, her mind elsewhere.
“This is the big one… it’s me against teach. If I lose I’m outta the tournament. Worse, the orphanage won’t get the money and will have to close. I can’t let that happen!”
She clenched her fist into the sheet, the cold reality of how crucial the next few hours were dawning on her. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t save what had been her only home.
“Sorry, teach, I know you want what you think is best, but this is more important. If I don’t look out for the orphanage, no one will. You’re askin’ me to get educated and join some big, shiny world that’s full of promise, but I don’t wanna be part of any world that’d shut down an orphanage, simple as that. And if it means I gotta go through you, then I’m goin’ through you. Prepare for a beatdown!”
Thunder shook the room again. She hoped that was a good sign.
***

Miss Spencer breathed deep, stretching out her legs as she did so. Unable to sleep, she had decided to head for the arena and prepare. If she was going to win, she would be doing it without sleep.
The dressing room was quiet. All she could hear was her own breath. She sunk low into a perfect split, her legs wide, feet pointed to the ceiling.
She was proud of how flexible she had always been, enhancing her wrestling technique with ballet and yoga. Her muscles were strong and taut, her tendons limber and lissome. A lifetime of healthy eating meant her stamina was excellent and she healed quickly. The bruises she had incurred in the tag-team match were already fading.
She was wearing only a black, sheer body stocking as she exercised. Freedom from the confines of clothing was a secret pleasure she enjoyed indulging. Watching herself in the wall mirror, she was pleased how she looked. The stretchy black fabric hugged her body as she bent to the side, pulling her arm over her head. She gripped her foot as she stretched her hamstrings, enjoying the feel of the pull on her muscles. She always felt cleansed after exercise.
“Well well well, if it ain’t the school marm…” came a voice from the entrance.
Miss Spencer looked over and saw Aisha leaning in the doorway, a light smirk on her face. Miss Spencer pushed herself up to her feet, ready to fight back. She eyed the idol warily.
“Can I help you?”
“You think I’m here t’ give you a whuppin’?” Aisha asked, her eyebrow raised.
“If that’s you’re intent, then it would appear your memory is fatally short.” Miss Spencer warned.
“Well, relax, Brainiac, there’ll be no ass-whuppins today…” Aisha said dismissively, wiggling into the room. She was wearing a tight gold bikini top that matched her hair and lipstick. Her breasts swayed seductively. Her pants hugged her curves and the thong was visible above the rim. Her feet were snuggled into heeled sandals.
Wary though she was, Miss Spencer had to admit she found her attractive.
“Then why are you here? Aren’t you already out of the Rumble Rose tournament?”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks to you…” Aisha replied, sauntering towards her.
“Am I supposed to feel bad about this?” Miss Spencer said challengingly.
“Naw, now don’t go getting’ your titties in a bunch, girl.”
Miss Spencer flushed. “Didn’t I already warn you to watch your mouth, ‘girlfriend’?”
“Ooh, you’re feisty.” Aisha said slyly, still approaching slowly.
Miss Spencer was on guard, watching Aisha’s every move.
“Now be nice, Aisha. Why’d ya get th’ nice Canadian gal all riled?” drawled another voice from the doorway. In came Dixie Clemets, wearing her Holstein chaps and matching bikini outfit. She was huskier than Aisha, not as slinky, but still plush and curvy. Her voice was an almost raspy drawl that Miss Spencer found quite a turn-on.
“I’m not afraid to take you both on,” she said, her voice steely. “If I can handle a judo champion and a Mongol warrior, I can certainly deal with a pop star and a cowgirl.”
“Well, dang, Aisha, she is feisty.” Dixie said with some amusement. “No wonder she handed you yer ass.”
“Well you quit bringin’ that up?” Aisha said with some exasperation. “Least I didn’t get made some schoolgirl’s bitch…”
“You sassin’ me? You givin’ me lip, twinkletoes?” Dixie shot back, glowering at Aisha.
“Whut’chu gon’ do about it, Hee-Haw?” Aisha quipped, turning to face Dixie, unafraid.
Dixie strode up to Aisha and went nose to nose with her. Her breasts pressed into the other girl’s as they glared into each other’s eyes.
“Ain’t you had enough? You cain’t possibly be hankerin’ for another take-down.”
“Forget it, fool, we’re not in the tournament anymore so all the rules are history. An’ we all know that you ain’t got a chance in a street-fight with me…”
“As lovely as I’m finding this little exchange, perhaps you two should leave.” Miss Spencer interjected. “After all, I still have a match to win and you two are free to return home. Couldn’t you continue your little high-school vendetta there?”
Dixie and Aisha turned their heads to look at Miss Spencer, who was giving them a quizzical glance.
“Unless, of course, I’m interrupting something and you two need some privacy. I can always find another dressing room.”
Dixie coughed. Aisha smiled and turned back to face Miss Spencer. “Sorry, teach, Podunk an’ I have history, that’s all. We actually came to see you.”
“And why is that?”
“Simple.” Dixie stated, putting her hands on her hips. “That skinny-assed student of yours humiliated me. Thank to her, ah had to fight Jiggles here and we fought to a draw. Now we’re both out. Long story short, ah came t’ tell you t’ knock li’l Miss Cane into next week. Ah’m rootin’ fer ya.”
“You’re… cheering for me to beat Miss Welsh?” Miss Spencer asked, somewhat confused.
“Hell yeah! Take ‘er down good for me!”
Miss Spencer looked at Aisha. “I suppose that means you’re here to tell me you hope I lose?”
“Hell naw,” Aisha shrugged. “You took me out, I want you to win the Tournament. Then next year it’ll be me who kicks your Canadian ass.”
“Fascinating.” Miss Spencer said, shaking her head. “But it may shock you to learn that I have no intention of competing next year. I only entered this tournament to retrieve Miss Welsh. Once I manage to keep hold of her, we will be returning to school.”
Dixie and Aisha both stared at her in silence.
“You shittin’ me?” Aisha said finally.
“C’mon, you’re jus’ yankin’ our chain, raht?” Dixie asked.
“No, Miss Clemets, I am not, as you so blithely put it, ‘yanking your chain’. I am here to bring my wayward student back to school before she gets herself hurt. And yes, my next match is against her. I am going to knock her out of the tournament so that I can take her home.”
The two women looked at her in stunned silence for a moment.
“That is the DUMBEST reason I’ve ever heard.” Aisha said emphatically. “An’ I’ve heard some dumb ones from this crew, Aigle included!”
“Aw, c’mon, Aisha, ah think it’s sorta sweet…” Dixie chimed, sauntering closer to Miss Spencer. “If you’d had some teachers like this, well, maybe… well…”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be ig’nant, like I am now?” Aisha suggested sarcastically.
“Sure, why not.” Dixie said agreeably. “Ah think Miss Spencer’s showin’ real devotion here. Can y’all think of anythin’ you’d give winnin’ the tournament up for?”
“I got into this tournament to beat your big white ass into the canvas and that means more to me than anything, so no, can’t say as I can think of anything.” Aisha replied.
Dixie threw an arm around Miss Spencer’s shoulder and leaned against her, like they’d been buddies their whole lives. She looked at Aisha and winked. “Y’know, we ain’t doin’ a very good job o’ congratulatin’ the poor gal an’ wishin’ her luck. Ain’t that what we came t’do?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know…” Aisha said somewhat huffily, walking toward the two of them.
Miss Spencer stood still, unsure of what to think, but also perplexed that she felt herself getting moist for no reason she could ascertain.
Aisha came up and stood in front of Miss Spencer, her hands on her hips, her breasts jutting forward. “So there you go, teach- we’re here to wish you good luck and hope you stomp Candy’s ass into the ground.”
“Um, thank you… I think…” Miss Spencer said quietly.
Aisha put her arms around the teacher’s neck and leaned in, her breasts pressing to Miss Spencer’s. “And this is my magical good luck charm. You can’t lose if I give you one of these…”
She kissed Miss Spencer, a deep, intoxicating kiss that spread delightful warmth through her body. Miss Spencer willed herself not to stiffen in alarm. She relaxed herself and returned the kiss, her hands coming to rest on Aisha’s hips. Dixie smiled as she watched, tracing a finger along Miss Spencer’s delicate jaw line.
After several seconds that seemed like an eternity, Aisha ended the kiss and pulled back to look into Miss Spencer’s eyes. She smiled in what looked like satisfaction.
“Oh, baby… now that was fine. Dixie, you gotta try this. Even when she’s uncomfortable and uncertain of what the hell’s goin’ on, the girl can kiss. I ain’t never met a white gal who could kiss like that.”
Dixie put her finger under Miss Spencer’s chin and turned the educator’s head to face her. “Gotta admit, ah was hopin’ you’d share.” She pressed her lips to Miss Spencer’s and the two of them kissed softly. Dixie was thrilled by the feel and taste of the girl, the hidden passion behind her kiss. Miss Spencer found herself hungering for the good-natured and simple eagerness behind Dixie’s kiss. In its own way it was as enticing and wonderful as Aisha’s had been- not as seductive, but raw and friendly, speaking only of sharing bliss. Aisha’s kiss was deep and complex, almost a weapon to be used as much as a gift shared. Dixie’s was obviously never given to anyone except those she liked.
Miss Spencer broke the kiss and smiled at the cowgirl. “Not exactly the type of good luck wish I’m used to, ladies, but I must say that I’m not about to complain.”
Aisha snapped her fingers. “I told you, Podunk! She’s into girls! I told you stat!”
“Yeah, you did…” Dixie said, drawing in a breath as she recovered from the kiss.
Aisha knelt suddenly and took gentle hold of Miss Spencer’s thighs, keeping them from reflexively closing. She examined her and nodded.
“Uh-huh… proof’s in the puddin’, as my gran would say- she’s wet as a water slide.”
Miss Spencer blushed.
Dixie chuckled. “S’alright, hon… if it makes ya feel any better, Aisha an’ ah are probably in as bad shape.”
“Count on it.” Aisha said emphatically, gently pressing her fingers against the crotch of her pants.
“So tell me, hun…” Dixie drawled lazily. “You only into girls or do you play with the other team as well?”
Miss Spencer coughed lightly. “I…”
“C’mon, don’t be embarrassed, girlfriend…” cooed Aisha, rising and wrapping her arms around Miss Spencer’s neck, gently pressing her body against hers and swaying back and forth. “Ah’ve done my share of pink, and even Hee-Haw here has slapped pussy before.”
“You certainly know how to set the mood, Aisha.” Dixie said dryly. “But c’mon, sweetie-pie, tell us…”
“Well,” Miss Spencer said hesitantly, trying to focus past the electrical sparks that Aisha was generating by grinding against her. “I’ve… I’ve been with a man, only once, and it didn’t exactly thrill me. I was hoping for more.”
Dixie laughed. “A gal who knows what she wants! Ah love it!”
“So this guy was so bad it turned you onto girls exclusively?” Aisha plied, subtly slipping out of her top and then sliding the straps of Miss Spencer’s bodystocking down. She pressed her nipples against the teacher’s, grazing them back and forth. Both women shuddered at the pleasure the contact caused.
“Well, no,” Miss Spencer breathed. “But he was the only one and I found that …girls suit me… just fine…”
“Yeah? You into chicks?” Aisha whispered, squashing her breasts into her new lover’s.
“I’m… I’m not…” stammered Miss Spencer.
“What about your li’l gal Candy?” Dixie whispered huskily in her ear while her hand trailed down and massaged the cheeks of Miss Spencer’s behind. “Ah’ll bet you an’ she’re knockin’ boots, ain’tcha?”
“No!” gasped the teacher, her whole body trembling. ‘I could never… couldn’t…”
“Oh, but you secretly want to, huh?” Aisha purred, kissing Miss Spencer’s neck. “I know I wouldn’t mind hittin’ it.”
“Me either,” agreed Dixie, her hand slipping inside the tight material of the bodystocking and caressing the crevasse. “an’ th’ li’l witch took me down. But dang, she’s got a sweet set o’ legs, and tits t’ die for.”
Miss Spencer’s mind reeled. She couldn’t believe she was letting these vixens play with her like some tawdry toy. But she was enjoying the sensations so very much!
And yet, did the Good Book not say it was better to give than to receive?
She took Aisha’s face in her hands and kissed her hard. Initially surprised by this response, Aisha recovered quickly and plunged her tongue into Miss Spencer’s mouth. Dixie slowly slid down the teacher’s bodystocking, tossing it aside. She drank in the sight of the gorgeous Canadian woman, feeling herself get even wetter. She removed her top and panties, longing to be as naked as Miss Spencer. She pressed her body into her from behind, reveling in the soft warmth of Miss Spencer’s skin.
Miss Spencer’s hands wandered down and took hold of Aisha’s pants. She began forcing them down until the superstar could shimmy out of them. When all three women were naked they came together in a gentle embrace. Their lips met in a languorous three-way kiss, tongues tangling as hands roved over soft, supple curves.
“But I thought you two hated each other…” Miss Spencer breathed, her heart fluttering in her chest.
“Well, yeah, sometimes…” Aisha said, her fingers slipping under Dixie’s ass cheeks to caress her
pussylips. They were slick and inviting. She was thrilled to do the same to Miss Spencer and find her in the same state.
“But times like this we can overcome our diff’rences an’ rivalry… y’know, fer a common goal.” Dixie cooed, arching her back as Aisha’s fingers plied her wet slit. Her arms hugged the other two closely, their breasts all pressing together.
“Ah really need to fuck you two…” she said, her voice betraying her lust.
“Oh boy,” Aisha said, amusement in her voice. “Y’know she wants it bad when cowgirl resorts to swearin’. I think we’re gonna get a good riding here.”
“I’m hoping so…” Miss Spencer shuddered. “Otherwise I’d have to punish her foul language…”
“Oh, give it to me, teach!” Dixie said, practically panting in her eagerness. Her cheeks were flushed as she reached down and fingered the other two, their pussies dripping with desire.
“I can’t believe this…” Miss Spencer said to herself as she leaned in to share a kiss with the other two again. “I don’t know these two at all! I have a match against Miss Welsh in a few hours! What am I doing?!”
She realized that she didn’t much care. This felt unbelievably good and she wanted more. A life of restraint should be rewarded once in a while and her time had come…
***

Candy walked slowly down the hallway of the arena, her guitar slung over her shoulder, deep in thought. She had left Yukina asleep in her hotel room with the door unlocked. It’s not like Candy had anything worth stealing.
She sighed in mild despair. Not only were her meager resources drying up rapidly, she felt very conflicted, a feeling she hated. She equated it with weakness and there was nothing she despised more than weakness. The strong took what they wanted and led the life they wanted. A girl had once snuck a copy of the Satanic Bible into the dorms and while Candy thought the whole book idiotic, there was one phrase that she found held an interesting parallel for her own life…
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
It sounded a lot like how she tried to live. People assumed that she was an irresponsible brat, but she lived on her own terms and would readily accept the consequences of her actions. She never shirked her assumed responsibilities and if people were weak they would get swept aside or used. Candy made her own luck and chances, there was no reason they couldn’t do the same, unless they were afraid to try.
So they came up with these stupid rules about fair play and how you were allowed to act. Candy’s only concern was her future and the people she cared about who couldn’t stand up for themselves.
Like the kids at the orphanage. Somebody needed to protect them from an uncaring world. If she was the person to do it, fine. She’d kick the ass off anyone who got in her way.
Even Miss Spencer.
It was Miss Spencer who was messing all this up for her and why she felt conflicted. Her opportunity to win this tournament and get the prize money was hanging on a thread thanks to Miss Spencer. If Candy lost to her today it was all over.
But to give Miss Spencer a beatdown…
Her face flushed as she anguished about this crisis. Dammit! Why did Miss Spencer have to follow her here? Couldn’t she have just waited until she returned to the school and punished her then? Candy would’ve happily submitted to whatever punishment she had coming, because the orphanage would be fine.
So what if she got turfed from school? It’s not like she was interested in staying there, right? Playing with the Killer Bambies was what she wanted to do, what she was good at and enjoyed. Fuck school, it had no place in her life…
But what about Miss Spencer? She’d be horribly disappointed in Candy if she dropped out or got expelled, wouldn’t she?
Candy shook her head, as if trying to drive a stupid thought from her head. What did she care if a teacher was disappointed in her? Wasn’t Miss Spencer just trying to control her and she lived? Didn’t that make her the same as everyone who’d tried to run her life?
No. Teach was different. Candy could or wouldn’t put her finger on how Miss Spencer was different, but whatever the difference was, it was driving her crazy.
“She’s gonna give it everything she’s got today, just like you are. If she wins then you’re done for and she’ll bow out and take you back to school. Without the money.
Maybe she could negotiate with Miss Spencer, ask her to hold off taking Candy back until after she’d won the Rumble Rose.
But in order for that to work she’d have to explain herself, to confide in Miss Spencer, and Candy hated having to explain herself. It went against her basic philosophy of life. No apologies.
Confiding was even worse, since it would become obvious that she had a soft spot for the orphanage. Wasn’t that weakness?
Miss Spencer was here, ostensibly, to pull her from the tournament before she got hurt. But who was left to hurt her? She’d fought Aisha to a draw, thrashed Dixie, laid a whuppin’ on Aigle and Makoto (with Miss Spencer’s help, admittedly) and now there was just her teacher before she advanced to the championship rounds. She wasn’t terribly impressed with the rest of the field.
She made some bare bones admissions to herself. She knew she could beat Miss Spencer but she wasn’t assured of victory. Miss Spencer was more skilled than her, every bit as determined and occasionally showed a flash of brutality that, quite frankly, frightened Candy.

“Nothin’ for it… best just to open up for once and confide in her. Maybe she’ll understand and either back out to let you advance or agree to throw the fight.”
That could work, couldn’t it? Miss Spencer was a good person, after all. She only wanted what was best in her mind for Candy. If teach saw that she was going to all this trouble for a group of orphans, she might just relent, right? Yes, she would. Candy was certain of it.
She found herself smiling and her cheeks were warm. Her heart drummed as she thought of Miss Spencer- not the stern disciplinarian from history class, standing there with her arms crossed, a look of disapproval on her face; instead she found herself picturing the smiling young woman who had tried so often to befriend her, to help her whenever she sensed a problem. She thought of how Miss Spencer had come to her rescue during the match with Aigle and Makoto, disregarding her own safety to go to her student’s aid.
Candy blushed when she realized that she had done the exact same thing with nary a calculated thought. If Candy had been in character she should have allowed them to beat Miss Spencer around for a while, perhaps injuring her; then and only then would she save her tag-team partner. This would have made Candy’s life easier in their match today, with an injury to exploit.
Nothing of the sort had occurred to her. She hated to admit it, but she obviously liked Miss Spencer.
Really liked Miss Spencer.
An unusual thought occurred to her then- perhaps a friend like Miss Spencer wasn’t so bad to have. Candy hated admitting it, but she was tired of having her guard up all the time. Couldn’t there be at least one person she could be her vulnerable self with, without fear of exploitation? If that person wasn’t Miss Spencer who the hell could it possibly be?
Maybe she should count herself lucky to have a friend like her teacher. She blushed again as she considered the possibility of being a little more than friends with Miss Spencer.
It was decided then. She would approach Miss Spencer as a friend and tell her everything. Candy had perfect faith that her teacher would understand and help however she could. Her heart swelled and she swallowed back her emotions. Were those tears in the corners of her eyes?
A sound caught her attention. She thought she’d heard a moan. Not a painful one, but someone doing something they were really enjoying?
Was one of the competitors doing something? She smiled evilly as she thought of the possibilities. Makoto and Aigle were an obvious choice. So were Dixie and Aisha, though they claimed to hate each other. Only a total retard couldn’t sense the sexual tension and attraction between those two.
Reiko and that freaky Bloody Rose? There certainly seemed to be a stronger-than-normal bond there. Something about the relationship creeped her out though, she just couldn’t her finger on it.
She followed the sounds, now convinced that someone was making love somewhere. And she was gonna find out whom; perhaps even get herself off while she was at it, if the action was hot enough. She could use a good cum anyway. Yukina had been very needy last night and Candy’s orgasm wasn’t terribly satisfying.
She followed the noises towards the showers. She heard another woman’s voice, groaning in pleasure. She recognized a Texan twang.
Dixie.
“Oh, yeah, baby! Just like that… yeah, suck her clit, girlfriend. Make cowgirl squirm…”
Aisha as well… and a third?
“Oh, this is gonna be so damn hot!” Candy thought as she snuck towards the showers. She was already wet, picturing the two fucking another girl. She’d get her rocks off for sure witnessing this fine action. Her day was already looking up…
She reached the entrance to the showers and subtly peered inside. Her heart pounded with delight as she spied Aisha, facing away from Candy, her legs scissored with another girl’s and grinding her pussy into the wet slit below. Dixie was gasping and heaving as she faced Aisha, her own womanhood planted against the mouth of the girl on the bottom.
The trio tangled and writhed in bliss. Candy reached a hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy, which had already soaked her panties. Oh well, just another treat for the audience to look at when she and Miss Spencer threw their match today.
Her fingers played with her clit as she watched intently. Dixie was biting her lower lip, her eyes closed as she rolled her hips against the girl sucking on her. Aisha’s hips ground in hypnotic circles as she held onto the leg that was stretched into the air. The skin of the third girl was white and smooth- a white girl. They must have picked her up at one of the clubs in the Ginza or something. Whoever she was, she had killer legs. Candy bet the rest of her was just as hot if she deserved to play with these two.
She felt herself trembling, determined to cum when these three did. She could tell it was going to be a good one. Her orgasms were heavily influenced by her moods, and this morning she was in such a state of euphoria that this cum was bound to be earth-shaking, even though she was doing it herself.
She heard Aisha grunting, saw her beginning to make short, sharp thrusts with her hips against the other girl. From her own experience with pussy grinding (Yukina had told her that it was called “kai-awase” in Japanese), she knew Aisha was about to cum, and hard. The idol’s whole body was trembling almost uncontrollably, a glistening sheen of sweat on her creamy skin.
Dixie was shuddering as well, supporting herself on her hands, leaning forward as she tried to get her lover’s tongue deeper inside. Her eyes fluttered as she clenched her fists, biting her lips and arching her back, pushing her hips down.
“Oh, Jeezus…” she panted. “Jeezus, Aisha! She’s gonna make me cum! Ah cain’t… hold on…”
“Uh!” yelped Aisha, arching her back as she ground frantically. “Yeah! Bring it home, baby! Let’s do it!”
The girl on the bottom moaned loud, her spine arching as she bucked and thrashed, orgasm overwhelming her. Dixie and Aisha cried out, lost in rapture.
So intense was Dixie’s orgasm that she rolled off her partner’s face and lay on the floor, her hands pressed to her pussy and she trembled in pleasure, gasping for air.
Candy felt her orgasm beginning and stuck a finger deep inside herself, her tight pink walls squeezing delightfully. Here it comes…
The mysterious third partner sat up, surging against Aisha and forcing her onto her back. The girl ground fiercely as she attacked Aisha’s mouth, kissing her savagely. Her pussy made unbelievably wet sounds as it slithered against the superstar’s. Her blonde hair was flowing everywhere as she rolled and bucked her hips in orgasm.
Candy’s eyes went wide and her knees buckled in shock. Her orgasm, so overwhelming a fraction of a second ago, died before it peaked. Candy stared in a stupor, disbelief written across her features.
“No…Jesus, no! Anyone but her!”
She felt an icy pit in her stomach, a terrible ache in her chest. She absently put a hand to her heart, gripping at her shirt.
“Miss Spencer… how… how could you…”
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, bitter, stinging tears. She felt her lip trembling as she watched in horror, unable to turn away.
Dixie had rejoined the tangle, the three women kissing greedily, bodies slithering in lust. With wretched abandon and a total lack of self-control, Miss Spencer allowed herself to be fondled and groped while doing the same to her partners.
Candy heard them murmuring and whispering to each other, urging each other on as they finger fucked and caressed each other. The words echoed in her ears hatefully and she clapped her hands over them to keep the noise out.
The redhead turned and fled, barreling down the hallway, tears streaming from her cheeks. She choked back the sobs, her mind burning with the horrible images.
Miss Spencer, Aisha and Dixie looked up, all three certain they had heard a sound from the doorway.
“Is someone there?” Miss Spencer asked hazily, still in the grips of orgasm.
“Don’ matter,” Aisha said. “Let ‘em watch. If they see this they’ll wanna join in, right? Who wouldn’t?”
“And how…” Dixie finished, pulling the other two into snuggle. “B’sides, only women’re allowed back here, so it’s all good, raht?”
Miss Spencer had to agree with that assessment. Normally her innate modesty would kick in, but right now, entangled with these two goddesses, she couldn’t have cared less who was watching, with one possible exception…
***

“You BITCH!” Candy snarled through her tears as she slammed her fist against a locker. The hit was solid and the metal buckled under the enraged girl’s assault. She hit the dented locker repeatedly until the door fell off at its hinges.
She fell to her knees, holding herself miserably, her body wracked by sobs. Tears streamed down her crimson cheeks. She bit her lip until it bled.
Candy had known pain in her life, including the pain of betrayal- but never had she experienced such agony as this. The emotional pain had become physical. She felt sick to her stomach, her head reeling from the shock of what she had seen.
“FUCKING BITCH!!!” she screamed at the carpet, falling to her hands and knees. “HOW COULD YOU?! YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”
How could Miss Spencer have done this to her?! Had Candy’s transgressions in the past been so bad as to deserve this?
She gritted her teeth as she glared at the floor, seeing her tears staining the vermillion of the carpet. She breathed deep, trying to control her shuddering sobs, repressing her rage and hurt.
“You’re gonna pay, teach! All bets are off now! I thought I could trust you but you’re just another self-centered sonofabitch, aren’t you?! You were supposed to be different! You were supposed to be the one I could turn to! You just proved there’s fucking nobody out there!”
She stood, having managed to get control of herself. Her eyes were red-rimmed and bleary still, her cheeks red and stained from tears, but Candy Cane had mastered herself. She clench her fist willfully, her blue eyes like chips of ice.
“You’re goin’ down, teach. That’s the way it is. No chance for peace, no compromise. Just like your precious history books say- ‘no quarter asked, none given’. That’s what’s gonna happen as I stomp your ass into the ground. I’m gonna win that tournament, get that prize money and save that orphanage; and I get to beat your ass so hard you’ll have to fly back to St Marguerite’s standing up!”
The light hurt her still-stinging eyes. There were still many hours before her match. She went a found a dark, unused room to be alone in…
***

Miss Spencer heaved a great sigh, sitting in the large whirlpool in the gym. The water was deliciously warm, relaxing her limbs, which still tingled from her amazing session with Dixie and Aisha. The two of them had left some time after they had all cum repeatedly, off to share a hotel room and continue ‘working out their differences’. But they promised to be back in time to cheer for her.
Miss Spencer, in spite of the euphoria of her tumultuous orgasm, was slightly troubled as she thought of Miss Welsh. She felt a little sympathy for the girl. It seemed to the teacher that everyone seemed to be rooting for her, and no one for Miss Welsh. Even Aisha, who Miss Spencer had humiliated, had cast her support in the teacher’s corner. She’d also heard rumour that both Aigle and Makoto had expressed a desire to see her win the tournament if they could not.
“If Miss Welsh hears these sentiments what will she think? Has this sort of thing happened to her all her life? Is that why she is so hard-nosed and rebellious? I can understand that; if I thought everyone wanted to side against me no matter what I did I might be angry at the world too…”
She sunk lower in the water, up to her neck, letting the wonderful warmth envelop her breasts. The muscles in her body relaxed, letting her feel like she was floating on clouds of pleasure.
“What to do… today I must defeat Miss Welsh. No matter how much I loathe the idea or how dirty she fights, I must prevail… for her sake. How ironic that a day which began so blissfully should end with such heartbreak…”
She thought back to the events of less than an hour ago, making love with Aisha and Dixie. How wondrous that had been! For the first time in years she had been herself, giving vent to passions that had been building inside and no amount of self-love could alleviate.
Aisha… so skilled and detail-oriented. Dixie… so open and honest, laying it all out. She had fit with the two of them like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She had always considered her libido very active but controlled it well. This experience taught her that she was no longer interested in submerging it beneath her professionalism, sublimating her sexual needs to other considerations. She was an extremely sexual woman and delighted by the admission. The problem would be how to deal with it. What could she possibly do about it if she remained a teacher at St Marguerite’s?
“Face it, very few of the sisters are even a little attractive. As for the students, there are quite a few that would be a treat to have relations with, but if you got caught breaking such a taboo, it would be the end of you, professionally and publicly. So what is the answer?”
She smiled at the first solution that presented itself- she could become a professional wrestler. Miss Welsh would probably approve.
She giggled at the notion and how silly it sounded upon a modicum of reflection. She was, after all, here to keep Miss Welsh from hurting herself in this insane tournament, it would hardly do for her to turn around and take up the very folly she had forbad to her errant charge…
She pictured Miss Welsh again, in all her impertinent glory. As wonderful as this morning had been, Miss Spencer had to admit to herself that she would rather have made love to Miss Welsh or at least had her involved in their little tryst.
“My goodness… what a deep admission that was.”
She sat up in the water, clearing her head. She had to keep focused on why she was here and the task at hand. She had to take down her student today or all of this was for naught.
“I’m sorry, Miss Welsh, but you leave me no choice…”
She stood in the tub, glistening beads of water cascading down her firm body. Her eyes were steely as she prepared herself for the odious work ahead.
***

Candy stared at her former teacher, now seeing little more than an obstacle to achieving her goals. She tried not to glare, knowing that if Miss Spencer sensed her anger and hostility she might find a way to exploit it. So focused was Candy on her opponent that she was only dimly aware of the packed stadium with its tens of thousands of roaring fans.
Miss Spencer stood in front of her student, hands on hips, using her superior height to establish authority. Her voice was curt and harsh in a way she did not feel.
“Miss Welsh, it is time to end this. I insist now that you retire from this ring, gather your things and come with me back to school.”
“Not happenin’, teach.” Candy Cane said almost contemptuously. “Save your breath for someone who cares.”
Miss Spencer stiffened slightly at her student’s coldness. This was not the bravado she had come to expect, this was something different.
“Do not disobey me, missy! It is time to return to your studies! No prize money could be worth this!”
“Outta my way, old lady, or I’ll give you the beatdown!” Candy said coldly, pointing at her.
Miss Spencer’s lovely breasts rose in fury at this statement. Miss Welsh had talked back to her countless times, but never before had she threatened her in so direct and discourteous a manner.
“Such language!” she fumed, her fists clenching at her sides. “I will not tolerate such impudence! I am sorry, Miss Welsh, but you brought this on yourself!”
“Bring it on, you cheating bitch!” Candy spat, assuming a defensive stance.
If Miss Spencer heard the taunt it did not register with her brain, so intent was she on her foe. She advanced on Candy Cane, her eyes drilling into Candy’s but also searching for clues as to her physical and mental state. Was she suffering still from the match against Aigle and Makoto? Was there a niggling injury she could exploit?
She saw the black bruises on the knuckles of Candy’s right hand. They had to be painful. How had she acquired them? Slamming her fist against Aigle’s stone-hard head? Possibly. At least it was one weakness she could attempt to exploit.
She put up and guard and feinted to her left. As Candy moved in a circle further to her left, Miss Spencer jabbed suddenly, causing her foe to raise her guard. Miss Spencer’s hand flashed out and gripped Candy’s, squeezing the bruises.
Candy yelped in sudden pain as Miss Spencer bent her wrist down, forcing the girl up onto her toes. Candy keened as her teacher kept applying pressure to the area. If she didn’t do something soon, Miss Spencer would finish her off balls-quickly.
She focused beyond the pain and flexed her elbow. She drew herself close and latched onto Miss Spencer’s forearm before biting down, hard. Miss Spencer cried out in pain, her grip on Candy’s wrist broken. The student’s leg lashed out and slammed into the back of her knee. Miss Spencer buckled and collapsed, with Candy still holding onto her arm.
The predator in Candy sensed weakness and she dove in for the kill. But Miss Spencer was not so easily pinned. Her legs surged up and slammed into Candy’s chest, knocking her back several feet and winding her. Miss Spencer rolled to her feet and advanced on the stunned girl, seething with indignation. She could not believe Miss Welsh had actually bitten her! What had gotten into the girl?!
She took Miss Welsh by the hem of her skirt and whirled her around to face away. She lifted her into the air, setting the girl’s backside on her shoulder. Candy struggled wildly but to no avail. Miss Spencer fell backwards, dropping the girl on her shoulders and back. Stinging pain flashed up Candy’s spine as she impacted the canvas. Bright swirling lights danced before her eyes and she howled in rage. She rolled away on her side and attempted to regain her feet. Before she could do so she felt a foot slam into her ribs, sending her sprawling.
In spite of herself she cried out in pain. At least she thought it was the physical pain. She felt tears in her eyes. Was it the physical hurt that she responded to? Or was it something else? Something even more painful…
There’s no time for that! You’ve gotta win, remember?! The orphanage is more important than this emotional bullshit! Don’t let it beat you! Put it down! Feel ice! Be ice!”
She surged forward on her hands and knees, taking Miss Spencer at the hips and bowling her over. Candy was on top of the surprised woman, trying to grip her hair. In spite of the fact that she could barely see, she hammered down repeatedly with her fist, intent on putting it through Miss Spencer’s face.
The teacher had barely dodged the assault, moving her head to one side as Candy’s fist impacted the canvas repeatedly.
“She’s so blind with desperation or rage she can’t tell whether she’s hitting me or not! What’s going on here?”
She slammed both of her palms into Candy’s chest, winding the girl again, causing her to sway and slump over. Miss Spencer rolled away and got to her feet, eyeing Candy warily. This could very well be a trick and she wasn’t about to fall for it.
Candy did not stir for several seconds, lying on her face, twitching or shuddering occasionally. It almost looked like she might have been… crying?
The moment of victory passed and Miss Spencer’s opportunity to end the match was lost. Candy rose to her feet, eyes bleary and her face crimson. Miss Spencer’s eyes went wide as she glanced at the canvas and noticed that it glistened with what looked like water.
“Dear God… Miss Welsh WAS crying… what have I done to my poor, dear girl?”
The distraction was to prove almost fatal. Candy’s foot lashed up and the instep of her boot caught Miss Spencer on the side of the head. The terrible blow spun her around and she tumbled to the mat. Candy stood over her, body trembling in rage. She was so furious she could barely move. She glared hatefully down at the prostrate blonde, willing her to stay down so that she could just pin her and get this over with. The sooner Miss Spencer was out of her sight and out of her life the better.
She knelt down and rolled her teacher up, intent on pinning her. Victory was hers.
Miss Spencer had other plans, though. As Candy rolled her up, she kept going, pulling the redhead along with her. Before Candy could react, Miss Spencer had her in the corner of the ring, doubled over onto her shoulders while she sat on top of her, gripping her tightly by her thong panties, holding her in place. Candy struggled with all the desperation of a person who was about to lose everything they cared for, but to no avail. Her shoulders would not leave the mat.
1… 2… 3

The crowd cheered and roared thunderously. Another brilliant match! Quite simply, this was the most exciting Rumble Rose Tournament in history and they couldn’t wait for more!
Miss Spencer rose wearily to her feet and turned to face her student. Candy had pulled herself into the corner and was looking up into Miss Spencer’s eyes. The teacher’s heart broke as she gazed back, for in Miss Welsh’s eyes she saw despair and defeat. Those eyes, normally so full of vigour and life, were hollow and almost dead.
“What’s… what’s gotten into you?” the defeated girl asked quietly.
“I was the captain of my wrestling team in college and national women’s champion three years in a row. I turned down a berth on the Olympic team to teach at St Marguerite’s; did I fail to mention that?”
“It’s news to me…” Candy said distantly. The stun of her defeat was wearing off and the realization of the trainwreck that was her life settled in. Her eyes began to glisten. She bit her lip as the tears came, trying her hardest not to cry but failing miserably.
What did it matter? She’d failed where it really counted, so what was a little more humiliation like crying in public? Nothing mattered anymore…
Miss Spencer saw the tears stream down her student’s beautiful face and something in her shattered.
“Miss Welsh…” she said softly, kneeling down to be close to the girl. “You’ve never cried before. And now I’ve seen you do it twice in this ring. What is wrong, child?”
“Like you give a shit!” Candy burbled, trying to fight the sobs. “Why wouldn’t you just leave me alone?! Now that money’s lost to me…”
Miss Spencer shook her head. “You have yet to tell me why this money is so important, Miss Welsh. I cannot help if you do not tell me what the problem is.”
“What’s it matter?!” Candy sobbed, her eyes flashing accusingly. “It’s too damn late, thanks to you!”
“Then there’s no harm in telling me, is there?” Miss Spencer replied reasonably.
Candy bit her lip, forcing herself to stop crying as she prepared to tell Miss Spencer everything.
“The orphanage where I grew up is going bankrupt and going to close. They were the only family I ever had. I entered this stupid tournament to win the money so I could pay off the bank that was going to shut them down.”
Miss Spencer’s eyes grew wide with wonder. “Why… why have you not confided in me before this?”
“What do you care?” Candy said sullenly, looking away, tired of explaining herself. “Just get the hell away from me...”
Miss Spencer sighed and smiled. “I see now. Very well, I guess I will have to win the tournament for you and then you can give the bank its money, yes?”
Candy looked up at Miss Spencer blankly, as if she didn’t quite comprehend what her teacher was saying. “You’re gonna do what?”
“You heard me. I’ll win this tournament for you and the orphanage will be saved. Does that sound good?”
Candy nodded slowly, still uncertain she was actually hearing what she thought she was hearing.
“But…” Miss Spencer said, raising a finger. “If I do this, you have to agree to return to school without hassle. Do we have a deal?”
Candy nodded again, not speaking.
Miss Spencer smiled again and rose. “Excellent. You’ll have that money in just over a week. Now, we have to get you out of here.”
She held her arm out for Candy to take. The girl did so slowly and let Miss Spencer lift her to her feet. She stood there, looking small and lost. So very different from the firebrand that Miss Spencer had come to know and even love.
“Uh, teach?” Candy said in a small voice.
“Yes, Miss Welsh?” the teacher replied patiently.
Candy looked awkward. “Why… why are you doin’ all this? Y’know, for me. I don’t get it.”
Miss Spencer melted inside, smiling warmly at the girl and taking her hand, putting it against her heart. “Haven’t I always told you? You’re my precious, precious student, Miss Welsh. There is nothing I would not do for you; be it winning a tournament for you, chasing you all the way to Japan or giving you a ‘beatdown’, as you so eloquently put it.”
Candy smiled slightly.
Miss Spencer returned the smile and drew the girl against her breast, letting the poor thing just rest for a moment. Her head lay against Miss Spencer’s bosom quietly. The world faded away and there was only the two of them. For now, that was enough.
***

Miss Spencer had finally convinced Candy to show her where she had been staying. To say she was appalled and horrified was an understatement. She brooked no argument as she checked the girl out at once and marched her over to her own deluxe suite. Candy tried not to let it show but she was obviously dazzled by the opulence of her new surroundings.
“At least if you stay here I’ll be able to keep tabs on you.” Miss Spencer had explained. Candy knew better than to contest her teacher at this point. She wasn’t willing to blow her chance at saving the orphanage by making Miss Spencer mad.
She had excused herself to use the bathroom and Miss Spencer was left to muse about the change in the girl. She seemed humbled and courteous, although distant somehow. Perhaps the shock of the past few hours had been too much for her. One way or another, Miss Welsh was used to getting what she wanted. Today must have been a terrible blow for her self-esteem.
She smiled warmly as she thought of the reason behind this entire escapade. Truly the girl had a heart of gold. Would Miss Spencer have let her compete in the tournament if she had known the truth?
No, she would have entered the Rumble Rose on Miss Welsh’s behalf if she’d known. Her primary responsibility remained Miss Welsh’s safety and well-being, after all.
There was a yelp from the bathroom. She snapped out of her reverie and raced to the sound of the cry. She burst in, ready to protect her student from whatever threatened her.
Candy was standing in the shower stall, eyes wide in shock as she looked at the toilet, streams of water jetting from the bowl. She was naked from the waist down, having removed her skirt and panties.
“I hate to break it to you, teach, but your toilet is broken or fucking possessed!” she stated, her chest heaving.
Miss Spencer relaxed and let out a small laugh. “No, Miss Welsh, it is a bidet. It washes your derriere for you. It’s so much more hygienic then mere toilet paper.”
“Says who?!” Candy asked, fit to be tied. “Thing scared the shit outta me!”
“What better function could a toilet have?” Miss Spencer replied, smirking.
Candy paused as she pondered this and began laughing. Miss Spencer joined her and the two of them laughed heartily until she noticed Candy’s nudity. She choked back her laugh and turned away, blushing furiously. Candy’s laughter died and she frowned in confusion until she realized what was wrong.
“Oh, shit! Uh… sorry, teach… my bad. The shock and all…”
“It’s alright, Miss Welsh,” the teacher said, waving a hand behind herself dismissively, trying to sound composed. “It was an understandable accident, after all. These things happen.”
“Yeah…” Candy said softly. “Uh… I’m gonna finish here and then I’ll be out.”
Miss Spencer nodded and left the room.
Candy sighed heavily and sunk to her knees, her eyes closing. This was getting worse and worse. Her options were growing fewer and fewer. What was about to happen terrified her, like nothing else in her life ever had.
“Doesn’t matter…” she told herself. “Nothin’ left but to play this out. Consequences be damned, and what happens happens.”
The admission and acceptance of fate gave her some strength, something she was sure she would need in the hours to come…
***

Miss Spencer stood beneath the blasting heat of the shower, letting the day’s weariness fall from her. So much emotional stress had been placed on her and she could hardly relax. But she was determined to do so, for Miss Welsh’s sake. If she was going to win this tournament, she had to be rested and on top of her game. She had taken too much physical abuse lately and would not be able to sustain this pace unless she got some badly needed rest.
Her shoulders and back ached. Her head throbbed where Miss Welsh had kicked her. The nervous energy seemed to refuse to leave her body. What would it take to rid herself of this tension?
She felt a rustle behind her, someone stepping into the shower. She heard the patter of water on naked skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart aching.
“No! Not now…”
Silence reigned for several seconds. Finally, Candy drew a deep breath, steeling herself.
“Teach, I…”
Miss Spencer waited silently, her head bowed.
“I… just… well, first, thanks for what you’re gonna do, y’know? No one’s ever done anything like this for me before and it means a lot to me. So yeah, thanks.”
Miss Spencer nodded silently in response.
“Yeah, and, well… something else… I… I owe… I owe you an apology. No, I do, really.”
Candy fidgeted uncomfortably, unsure of how to proceed. Eventually she decided to be herself and be blunt.
“I saw you with Dixie and Aisha this morning.”
Horror welled up inside Miss Spencer and she blushed from head to toe. She felt as if she would die.
“I’m not apologizing for spying on you; I mean, c’mon, anyone who fucks around like that in the middle of public showers is beggin’ to end up on a Russian porn site, y’know? I’m… I’m apologizing because… I got… jealous…”
They were words Miss Spencer both expected and was shocked by. Her head was swimming with emotions, words failing her.
“I felt so jealous that Dixie and Aisha got to be with you. I mean, you, lettin’ yourself act like that and those two getting to take advantage of it and not me, I just-“
“It is not something I am proud of, Miss Welsh, letting myself lose control in that manner.” Miss Spencer blurted out, shame overwhelming her.
“Who cares about that?” Candy said, as if the admission couldn’t have been less relevant. “Who you fuck and how is your own business, no one else’s. I’m sayin’ I’m sorry because I got jealous. And that jealousy clouded my judgment. When you saw me crying in the ring, when I was face-down on the canvas… it wasn’t just because you’d physically hurt me or frustration because I couldn’t win… I felt… betrayed- by you. Like you’d cheated on me somehow.”
Miss Spencer bit her lip, fighting back tears.
“I saw you three cum and I ran like hell. I went back to my lockeroom and had a total screaming fit. I cried like a punk-ass prissy girl and beat the shit out of a locker. It hurt so bad, teach…”
“Miss Welsh, I’m s-“
“No, don’t apologize.” Candy said firmly, cutting her off. “Please don’t. You did nothing wrong and I don’t want that on my conscience. I can’t deal with that right now.”
Miss Spencer stayed silent.
Candy struggled to continue. She’d hoped this would get easier once she’d begun her confession. No such luck.
“Like I said, I owe you an apology. When I got in the ring today, you were an enemy. I had every intention of stomping you into the canvas and making an oil painting out of you. I was convinced you didn’t care about me, that you were just like everyone else I’d ever met since the orphanage. You proved me wrong.”
She shifted back and forth uncomfortably.
“And worse, you’re a better person than anyone I’ve ever met. I think… I think that’s why I’m in love with you…”
Miss Spencer’s shoulders sagged. The dreaded admission had come. Now there was no way around it. For better or worse, their relationship had changed forever.
Candy turned to leave the shower.
“Miss Welsh, wait!” Miss Spencer blurted out suddenly, turning around and wrapping her arms around Candy. At first the student resisted and tried to pull away, but less than two seconds later she relented. She held still as Miss Spencer hugged her from behind, holding her close, her arms wrapped across her breasts. Candy’s hands came up to rest on Miss Spencer’s. They stayed still for several minutes, eyes closed and heads bowed; a silence passed between them that words could never match.
Their world had changed and, come what may, it would never be the same.
***