Again, Camilla threw away the come-soaked paper towels that were on the bed when she'd masturbated; then she went to the bathroom to pee, and went back to bed to sleep for an hour. Candice came home around 6 PM, and went into the bedroom to give Camilla some more cough mixture.
"How do you feel?" Candice asked as she brought the spoon of cough mixture to Camilla's mouth.
"Much better," Camilla answered before taking the spoon in her mouth. "I'm almost 100%; I should be fine for tomorrow's tests."
"Good," Candice said. Then she saw the hole in the wall. Camilla forgot to put the pencil can in front of the hole. "What's with the hole there?" Then Candice saw the camera lens. "Is our neighbour filming us?" she whispered.
"Let's talk outside the bedroom," Camilla said as she got out of bed. "He may have a microphone." They went to the kitchen, and Candice started making dinner for them.
"Did you already know about this?" Candice asked.
"Well, yeah," Camilla said. "But I always put a pencil can in front of the hole so he wouldn't see you."
"That's not good enough!" Candice said angrily. "If you're right that he has a camera too, he can hear every thing we say. It's an invasion of privacy. We've got to make him get rid of that camera; tell the landlord, and have that pervert evicted."
"Well, if we involved the landlord, the neighbour may just hide the camera, so we'd have no evidence," Camilla said. "Why don't we make him stop his voyeurism the way we stopped Mr. Pierce? It would be a lot more fun that way."
"Yeah, that could work," Candice said with a wicked smile. "We could even involve Mr. Pierce in this."
After dinner, having fully formulated their plan, they studied for the next day's tests.
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Camilla breezed through her history examination. As she was writing, she blew a kiss at Hanson, who smiled but tried to ignore her. Later, Hanson dropped his pen on the floor near Camilla's desk. When he bent down to pick it up, he couldn't resist looking under her desk: she wasn't wearing any panties! She knew he was looking, and put her hand on her vulva, opening her labia so he could get a better look. Then he came to his senses, reminding himself that he had a wife, and got up and went back to his seat.
In art class, she had to apply all she'd learned by drawing a picture in charcoal. When Mr. Langella saw her finished drawing, he was shocked: it showed, from left to right, Williams, Knowles, Burgess, Langella, and Johnson carrying a naked Camilla. Williams and Knowles held each arm, and Burgess, Langella, and Johnson held her legs, all three of them standing between her legs. Though the drawing didn't accurately render their faces or hers, it was obvious to Langella who the people were supposed to be.
He asked her if he could talk with her privately; they went into another room.
"Did we hurt you last Friday night?" he asked of their sexual encounter.
"No," she reassured him. Then she smiled slyly and with affected modesty taunted him with these words: "But you
did
rape me."
"Oh, come on," he said, half-nervously. "You loved it."
"I resisted," she purred coyly. "I should call the police."
"You came copiously," he insisted. "Not even a radical feminist would believe you if she'd seen your come there."
Then she pulled on his tie to get him close to her, and in his ear she whispered, "Your cock made my pussy smile." She licked his ear, briefly fondled him in the groin, and left the room, saying, "Let's do that again sometime, but
in your home
."
