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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. Mostly because his memory kept flashing back to the moment when Elle bends down in that short uniform skirt and, for the second time, reveals the portion of her body that he had been thinking about. The sight of her glutes, which were both beautifully sculpted and vulgar with that line of cloth that separated the two cheeks. He could see the center that she had brazenly shown him in his room. Spencer could not help but notice a small damp mark down the center of her dark gray panties. He enjoyed how free-spirited she was and how everything she did had implications for him. Even then, he would become so hard that he had to turn his back and start making his bed simply to hide the bulge.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ For a brief period, he forgot where they were, that spending so much time with one patient was occasionally suspect, and that he was always the one she spent time with. He wanted to move closer to her, to kiss her again - much more violently this time as his imagination imagined many scenarios involving the two of them, naked and breathless. He was madly in love with her. He wanted her so much. Only her.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Spencer felt his pants tightening for the seventh time since that incident, and he always tried to calm the situation down by recalling certain things that turned him off. And he did it out of fear of someone breaking into his room while he was trying to pleasure himself with his dear right hand. He looked at the clock, which was fortunately lighted by the moon and read half past four a.m. Everyone else was sleeping, except for him and his problem in his underwear.

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