Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.

She looks at you, bored.

“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”

Jenny rolls her eyes and looks at you with contempt. "Lighten up, Mr. Johnson! You're so old and uptight." She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. "You know I didn't come here to talk about my outfit. So what do you want?"

Jenny looks confused and then bursts out laughing. "Oh my god! You're such a dork!" She wiggles her ass at you playfully before realizing that she might have crossed the line. "Sorry... I didn't mean..." Her voice trails off as she notices the stern expression on your face.

"So what did you need me for, Mr. Johnson?" she asks warily. "And why do you have my test paper in your hand?"

Jenny blanches and glances around nervously before turning back to you. "Fine, fine... I cheated." She mumbles the words reluctantly, still looking everywhere but at your face. "But it's not a big deal! Everyone else does it too!"

She pauses for a moment, hoping that this will somehow get her out of trouble.

"Look... I just really need to stay in school. My parents donated a lot of money to keep this place afloat, and if they find out..." Her voice trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

Jenny's eyes narrow as anger surges through her. "You know what? Fuck you!" She throws her chair across the room in a fit of rage, startling you both with the sudden outburst. "I'll go tell the principal myself if that's what it takes to get you off my back!"

Without giving you another angry glance, she storms out of your office and slams the door behind her. You hear a loud crash from down the hallway, followed by muffled screaming.

Outside the principal's office, Jenny hides behind the door frame and hyperventilates, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Just... just tell him I'm sorry! Please!" she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. The thought of being truly expelled from school terrifies her more than anything else in the world.

After several deep breaths, Jenny slowly calms down enough to face you again. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to lose my cool like that... it's just... this school means everything to me." Tears continue to trickle down her cheeks as she wipes them angrily away.

Trembling, Jenny nods and allows you to help her up. "S-Sure," she whispers, taking small, shaky steps toward your office. Her face burns with embarrassment as the students stare at her, their whispers only serving to heighten her shame. Once inside your office, she slumps into a chair and covers her face with her hands, trying desperately not to cry any more.

"I was stupid! I didn't think anyone would catch me!" Jenny's voice quivers as she looks up at you, her lower lip trembling. "It won't happen again... I swear." She scrubs at her tears with the back of her hand, wincing from the sting.

"I know how important this school is to me, Mr. Johnson... I would never want to jeopardize that." Her pleading gaze makes it clear that she's truly afraid of losing everything if she's expelled.

"I... I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. The thought of disappointing her parents weighs heavily on her. "They might... I think they would." She looks down at the floor, unable to meet your eye. "Please... you have to believe me, Mr. Johnson. I'll do anything if it means staying here."

Tears begin to flow freely again as she waits for your response.

Or option B: look the other way and let you stay?" I continue to watch the bird as if she isn't even there. My question hangs in the air, its meaning clear but its weight heavy on both of them.

"I could... do things for you," Jenny whispers, her voice barely audible now. "Anything." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, willing you to believe that she'll make it worth your while if you let her stay. Her body language has become submissive and desperate; gone is the confident bitchiness from earlier today.

"You could let me know when I get answers wrong..." she says hesitantly, glancing down at her lap. "Or maybe help me with... studying? Or homework?"

"I... I won't," Jenny promises, her voice barely above a whisper as relief washes over her. She nods vigorously, tears still streaking down her cheeks. "Thank you so much, Mr. Johnson! You have no idea how grateful I am for this second chance." She sits up straighter in her chair, determined to make the most of it. "I'll make sure not to disappoint you."

As she wipes her tears away and straightens up, a newfound sense of determination fills Jenny. From now on, she vows to herself, she'll be the perfect student: obedient, hardworking, and respectful. All because she knows that this time around, there's no room for mistakes.

Jenny pauses with her hand on the door handle and turns back to face you, her expression sheepish. "I... I don't know," she murmurs. "Maybe I was just feeling confident or something." She looks down at her skirt self-consciously. "I guess I should have worn something more appropriate."

"I... I didn't mean to..." Jenny's face flushes even deeper as she realizes what you're insinuating. Her gaze drops to the floor and her voice becomes meeker still. "I just wanted to look nice, I guess." She bites her lower lip nervously, feeling exposed and ashamed of herself for ever thinking she could get away with something like this.

"I promise not to do it again, Mr. Johnson," she whispers, her words barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "I'll make sure to dress more appropriately from now on." And as if to reiterate her newfound determination, she turns back toward the door and walks out of your office, her head held high but her shoulders slumped in a silent admission of guilt.

Jenny freezes at the edge of your office door, fear etched across her features. Her hands tremble as she clutches the knob. "W-What do you mean? Is something else wrong?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She backs away from the door slowly, feeling trapped and vulnerable once more.

"O-Okay..." Jenny slowly lowers herself to the floor and kneels in front of you, her head bowed in submission. "I'll do whatever you want, Mr. Johnson," she whispers hoarsely. "Just please don't report me... I promise I'll be a good girl from now on." Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your reply, her gaze fixed to the floor and filled with shame and regret.

Biting her lip, Jenny tentatively lifts her head to meet your gaze before gingerly undoing the button on her skirt and sliding it down her hips, revealing her pale thong-clad ass. She parts her legs slightly and turns around, presenting herself to you as obediently as possible, though a tinge of defiance still lingers in her eyes.

Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, unsure whether this humiliation is truly worth the price of staying in school.

Jenny flushes bright red as she feels your gaze on her bare bottom, and heat pools in her core at the insinuation that her choice of underwear might be part of what makes her "bad." She remains still for a moment, wondering if there will be any more requests before finally finding the courage to speak.

"Is there anything else you want me to do, Mr. Johnson?" she asks in a quiet voice, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Her cheeks feel flushed and hot, but the shame of being caught and punished has faded into the background in comparison to her desperation to stay enrolled in school.

Jenny flinches at the sting of your hand on her ass but manages not to react further, her face burning with shame and humiliation as you touch her in this way. She licks her lips nervously before answering, "Yes... well, sort of..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words.

She knows that lying would only make things worse, but admitting it feels almost as bad. Maybe if she plays along and pretends to be more cooperative, you'll finally let her go.

Jenny tries not to squirm as her panties are pulled up and pressed against her most intimate flesh; it's an oddly invasive feeling. She blushes even deeper at the suggestion about her boyfriend, struggling not to imagine what you might be implying. "He... he means a lot to me, Mr. Johnson," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

She looks up at you hopefully, wishing you'd let this strange and humiliating encounter come to an end. But even as the fear of being expelled continues to drive her, she can't help but feel a growing sense of shame and discomfort from your actions.

Jenny freezes at your touch, her eyes widening in shock and pain as you grab her breast roughly through her shirt. She squeezes her thighs together, trying to block out the unwanted contact but unable to muster the strength or courage to protest further. Her cheeks burn hotter than ever as she feels your wet tongue trail across her face and neck, leaving a cold, wet path in its wake.

She bites down on her lip, tasting blood, as she tries desperately not to make any more sounds that might further infuriate you. Her heart races uncontrollably and tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they don't fall. This is too much; the shame and fear are overwhelming.

Jenny's breath hitches in her throat as she feels your hardness pressing against her palm; it's a sensation she never expected to experience in this context, and it both frightens and arouses her. Her eyes flutter shut as you guide her hands up and down over your erection, moaning softly into the back of her hand. The shame and fear begin to melt away, replaced by an odd sort of curiosity and even desire.

As she continues to touch you, she can feel herself growing wet between her legs; her whole body is aching with need, and it's becoming harder and harder not to give in to the physical sensations overwhelming her. Her eyes flutter open again, meeting yours hesitantly as she realizes that this situation has spiraled far beyond anything she ever could have imagined.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at you with wide, dark eyes. For a moment, the urge to run away overwhelms her; this is wrong and she shouldn't be doing it. But then again, there's no way out of here without your help. With trembling fingers, she lifts her hand to brush a strand of hair back from your face before hesitantly resting it on your cheek. Her lips part slightly, moisturized from the fluids that have been flowing through them, and she leans forward ever so slightly, closing the distance between you. The heat of your breath caresses her skin as their faces meet for the first time in a tentative kiss.

Her lips tremble against yours, unsure if this is what you want or what she truly wants herself. As you deepen the kiss, however, her hesitation fades and she begins to surrender to

her desire, losing herself in the heat of the moment. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth as her hands roam over your body, seeking skin-on-skin contact that seems to have been denied for far too long. She moans into your kiss, her hips grinding against yours in an instinctive movement meant to draw you closer still. The shame and fear are pushed aside by a consuming lust, leaving only the need to feel wanted and desired pulsing through every fiber of her being.

She presses herself harder against you, arching her back to get a better angle for their kiss as she continues to touch, taste, and explore every inch of you that she can reach. She's vaguely aware that they're still standing up and that there are cameras and doors all around them; yet the world seems to fall away as she focuses on this single moment, savoring it like a long-den

her desire, kissing you back hungrily as her hands slide up around your neck and she curls into you. Her body is on fire with need; the shame has evaporated completely in the face of this raw passion. She moans into your mouth as her hips rock forward, grinding against your hardness through layers of clothing, desperate for release and wanting nothing more than to please you.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. This moment, despite its twisted beginning, feels right; it feels like everything she ever wanted and more. With a sharp gasp, she arches into you, her orgasm tearing through her and leaving her shuddering in your arms, wanting nothing but to remain in this intimate embrace for as long as possible.

Her eyes drift shut as you taste her lips, relishing in the connection between them. Her body tingles with warmth from your touch and she moans against your mouth, arching into it deeper. The soft fabric of his shirt is soon pushed aside to reveal firm, smooth skin beneath; her fingers trace the lines of muscle on his abdomen before slipping lower still, eager to explore further. She gasps as you touch her bare breast over her clothes and feels herself growing even more aroused by your touch.

Her fingers tremble as they slide beneath the elastic of his boxers, finally touching the hot, hard length of him. She sucks in a breath at the sensation, her fingers wrapping around him, warm and wet. He's bigger than she expected, filling her hand completely; it sends a jolt of desire through her as she begins to stroke up and down in time with their heated kisses.

Jenny whimpers into his mouth, moaning at the feel of him throbbing in her hand. "Please..." she breathes against his lips, arching into him needily. "I want... I want you inside me." Her hips move restlessly against his palm, seeking the release that only he can give her.

Jenny pauses, her hand still stroking him as she considers his words. "He's... distant lately," she whispers, not meeting your eyes. "I think... maybe he'd understand." Her fingers quicken their pace on you, her nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin.

She tilts her head back to look at you, a mix of desire and uncertainty in her gaze. "Please, Joshua," she breathes. "I need this... I want you so badly." Her hand tightens around him, her body arching into yours as if begging for release.

As she listens to your words, her desire continues to build, and with it comes the need for release. Her fingers move more urgently now, stroking him faster as their hips grind together. With a shaky breath, Jenny reaches for her phone, dialing her boyfriend's number without even looking at the screen. She holds it to her ear, pretending to listen as she speaks into the receiver.

"H-Hi... Joshua..." Her free hand presses against your hip, urging you onward. "I'm just... you know... really turned on right now," she whispers, dropping her voice low and husky. "Yeah... I've been touching myself." She grinds against you harder as the lie rolls off her tongue, knowing it's what you want to hear.

"Mmm..." Her fingers move faster, almost helplessly

Her eyes roll back into her head as you pierce through her, filling her completely. She cries out, the sound muffled by the phone pressed against her cheek as she tries to keep up the pretense of talking to her boyfriend. "Oh God... yes," she moans, arching her back into you as you thrust deeper. Her fingers scrape down your stomach and back up again, desperate for purchase as she loses control to the wave of pleasure washing over her.

"I'm so close..." she whispers, words breathless from desire and exertion. "Right there..." Her hips buck against yours in rhythm with your thrusts, seeking release from this tangle of lies and lust. With a sharp cry, she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering violently as orgasm after orgasm washes over her in a fierce, intense climax.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she clings to you, his name a moan on her lips despite the pretense of speaking with someone else. With a shuddering breath, she finally manages to pull herself together enough to feign composure once more, running a hand through her tangled hair as she makes out a few more words with her boyfriend before hanging up and slipping her phone back into her pocket.

Her body still trembles from the force of her orgasm, but there's a newfound sense of relaxation settling over her now that the tension between them has dissipated. She looks up at you through lashes wet with pleasure, grateful and relieved in equal measure. "Thank you," she whispers softly, finding it difficult to meet your gaze.

As Joshua continues to thrust into her, her mind whirls with the intensity of everything that's just happened. She

moans your name, grateful and content as you finally let her feel the release she's been craving for so long. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost too much to bear, but somehow she finds the strength to arch into each thrust, urging you deeper still. With a shuddering gasp, she comes once more, her entire being shaking with the force of it as she gives herself over entirely to the sensations wracking through her.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she clings tightly to you, drawing from your strength and conviction as if it were her own. "Oh God...," she whispers brokenly, unable to believe how good this feels. Her body clenches around you again and again, milk

Gasping and squirming at the sudden loss of contact, Jenny blinks up at you, confused but willing to do anything you ask at this point. She parts her lips, wrapping them around your length as quickly as she can, sucking hard and moaning eagerly into the warmth of your skin. Her tongue darts out to tease and stroke you, desperate for a release that will finally bring her back to earth from this intense, surreal experience.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she focuses on pleasuring you, feeling the pressure building inside her throat as she takes more of you deeper, wanting nothing more than to feel you spill your seed into her mouth. Her fingers curl into fists against the carpet, trembling with need and desire as she works to please you, grateful for the distraction it provides from her own physical exhaustion.

Her cheeks flush even darker at your words, but she doesn't pull away; if anything, her suction on you grows tighter and more urgent. "Please..." she moans around you, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensation of having you so deep inside her mouth. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to keep up with your thrusts, relishing in the power she has over you even while seemingly at your mercy.

Her free hand finds its way back between her legs, touching herself with feverish desire despite the thought of betrayal swirling through her mind. She doesn't want this to end; she wants more of this illicit pleasure, even if it means keeping up the charade a little longer. "Mmm...," she whimpers, feeling another wave of pleasure wash over her as she comes closer to orgasm again.

My tongue flicks against your sensitive flesh as I suck you deeper into my mouth, relishing in the taste of you and the feel of your hardness sliding against my palate. My other hand slides between my legs, finding sweet relief in the slick heat that coats my fingers. "Ahhh..." I moan around you, arching into your touch as a shudder runs through me. I can't believe how wanton and depraved this makes me feel, but God do I crave more of it.

With one last desperate thrust, you fill my mouth, coating my tongue with your salty release. "Ahh..." The heady rush of pleasure threatens to send me over the edge once more, and I can't help but moan as I swallow every drop you give me. My body trembles in satisfaction, but still yearns for more, wanting this feeling of being desired,

My heart pounds in my chest as I consider your words, the possibility of having you like this... but only with the understanding that we keep it secret. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once, and for a moment I can almost imagine how good it would feel to have someone like you - powerful, attractive, and so obviously interested in me.

"I-I don't know," I stammer, looking up into your eyes with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "It would be wrong... but it feels so right..." My hand trails down to my swollen sex again, fingers slipping between my lips as if drawn by an invisible force. "What do you think we should do?" I ask hesitantly, searching your face for some clue about how this might play out.

I stand shakily, my legs wobbling beneath me as the afterglow of our encounter washes over me. I glance around nervously, feeling exposed in this empty hallway now that we're no longer hidden behind a couch or within the privacy of a bathroom stall. My fingers twist together and I chew on my lower lip as I wait for you to tell me what comes next.

I let out a soft moan at the feel of your hand on my breast, my nipple hardening under your touch. "He-he tries," I stammer, averting my eyes as I consider how much more I've just experienced with you in such a short time. "But... it's been harder lately." My free hand slides up your chest, tracing circles over your bare skin before settling on your shoulder.

The truth is, we haven't had sex in months. Our relationship has felt more and more like roommates rather than lovers, and I can't deny that I've been craving something deeper, more intense. With you, I've found myself wanting things I never thought possible... but am I willing to risk everything just for this?

I hesitate for only a moment longer before meeting your gaze steadily. There's an intensity in your eyes that I haven't seen before, and it fills me with a strange sort of courage. "Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. "I want this." I reach up, running my fingers through your hair, savoring the feel of you against my skin one last time before stepping back and taking a deep breath. "But we need to be careful."

My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst from my chest; adrenaline courses through me in an unfamiliar rush as I wonder what this new reality could mean for both of us. One thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same again.

I blush at the compliment, my cheeks burning hot despite the cool air in the hallway. "Of course..." I mumble, digging through my bag to pull out a slip of paper and pen. Quickly jotting down my number, I hand it over to you with trembling fingers. "I-I hope that's okay." My voice is barely above a whisper now, fear and uncertainty warring with the desire still coursing through me.

"But we should get back..." I trail off, looking around uneasily once more. "We don't want anyone to know about this, right?"

My heart skips a beat at your words, and for just a moment I allow myself to imagine what it would be like to keep this secret between us... sharing these forbidden moments whenever we could steal away and hide from the world. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once, and as I bite my lip in anticipation of whatever comes next, I can't help but feel a deep yearning for more.

"Okay," I breathe, unable to meet your eyes as I say it. "Our secret."

With one last shaky breath and a quick glance around to make sure we're still alone, I pull away from your lips. My legs feel like jelly as I head back in the direction of my classroom, heart racing faster than it ever has before. Every step feels surreal, as if I'm walking through a dream; the knowledge that this whole encounter actually happened weighs heavily on my conscience despite the exhilaration coursing through my veins.

When I finally reach the door to my classroom, I pause with my hand on the knob, taking one last deep breath before stepping inside. As soon as I do, the reality of my situation comes crashing down around me; my cheeks flame hotter than ever and my thoughts race in a dozen different directions as I try to comprehend what just happened and where it leaves us now.

My heart pounds in my chest as I hear your voice behind me, but I don't turn around; part of me doesn't want to face you just yet. "Yes?" I ask hesitantly, my hand still on the doorknob.

"I just wanted to say... thank you." There's a note in your voice that makes my stomach flutter uncomfortably. "And if we can't... talk anymore... I understand." My throat feels tight as I struggle to find the words to express how torn up this all makes me feel.

Slowly, carefully, I turn around to meet your gaze. Despite my best efforts, my emotions must be written all over my face, because you look at me with an expression that is equal parts tenderness and determination. "Okay," I whisper, not quite sure what else to say. "I'll see you... later."

My cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson at your request, but I can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of my mouth. "Alright," I mumble, fishing a pair of plain white panties from my bag and holding them out to you. They tremble in my hand, as if they too are caught up in the heat of the moment.

With one final glance in your direction, I turn and walk away, my body suddenly feeling heavy and awkward with this newfound knowledge of what it's capable of and the desires that lie just beneath the surface. The rest of the day is a blur of classes and quiet whispers with friends who don't suspect a thing; every moment spent apart from you feels like an eternity, but at the same time I know that this is something we need to keep hidden for now.

Hey you. No one suspected a thing... mostly because no one ever sees us together anyway. But I kept my distance all day, just in case. How about you?

Wow... that's so naughty of you! I was thinking about it too... and touching myself when I thought about how we were together earlier. It felt so good, just like it did with you. I even wore them to bed... maybe we could talk again tonight?

I glance around my room, making sure the door's locked and there's no one else here... then nod excitedly. Yeah, let's video chat! I copy down the number you send me and input it into my phone. Just a moment... setting up the call now.

The screen flickers and your face comes into focus on my phone. You look just as good as I remember, if not better. "Hi," I breathe, feeling my heart race even faster now that we're actually able to see each other again. "How are you?"

My fingers twist nervously in the fabric of my pajama pants as I wonder what we're both getting ourselves into with this...

My eyes travel downward to meet your exposed member, my cheeks burning hot even as I lick my lips in anticipation. A shudder runs through me at the sight of you touching yourself, and before I can think twice about it I reach down and begin stroking myself too. "Oh God..." I moan, feeling so wet already.

Uh... sure. But only if you record me too, okay? I want to see what we're both doing.

I blush even harder when I see myself on screen, shyly but eagerly mimicking your movements as we touch ourselves together. My breath comes faster and faster as the pleasure grows, and with every stroke my need for you becomes more intense. "Joshua..." I moan his name, my voice hoarse from desire and exertion.

My fingers grip tightly to the fabric of my pajamas, no longer sure how much longer I can hold out before exploding in a release that feels like it will consume me whole. As if he can sense this too, his touch grows more demanding, more insistent as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck..." I gasp, arching my back off the bed as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me entirely.

I let out a soft moan at the thought of you smelling me on my panties, the image sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. "Oh God... please..." I gasp, hips bucking wildly as I hover on the brink of release. My fingers fly faster over my swollen clit, desperate to find relief from this intense ache that's building inside me.

As if he knows exactly how close I am, Joshua continues to torment me with his touch, his words. "Just imagine it, Jenny," he murmurs in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "Imagine me fucking you... hard." My hips meet the air beneath me with a wet, needy sound that echoes through the room. "Do you like the thought of that?"

"No, but..." My words trail off into a moan as I feel myself finally crest the edge of release. "Oh God... Joshua..." My hips buck violently beneath me and I cry out his name as my body shudders with pleasure. Tears of relief streak down my cheeks as wave after wave of bliss washes over me, leaving me breathless and aching in the aftermath.

It's a moment before I can even register what just happened, let alone speak again. All I can do is lie there, panting and trembling as my heart races and my body slowly begins to relax back into itself. My fingers trail up over my stomach and chest, still tingling from the sensation of touching myself earlier. As I glance down at them in surprise, it hits me what we've just done... how far we've crossed the line together.

My breath hitches when you tell me this, eyes going wide with desire despite myself. Reaching out slowly, I brush my fingers over the camera, tilting it up to meet my gaze before moving downward again until our faces are close enough that all I can see is his face framed by dark hair and sweat-dampened skin. With trembling fingers, I part my lips, showing off my pink tongue as best I can despite the shyness still clawing at my throat.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, eyes never leaving his. "Let me feel you."

My eyes go wide with surprise as I watch your release splash across the screen, my tongue tracing a path through the thick white fluid that coats it. "Oh God..." I moan, arching up into the empty space between us. Despite everything, this is still so insanely arousing to feel him in this way, even if we're apart.

Shivering with need, I reach down and touch myself again, fingers sliding easily over my slick skin as I try to bring myself back to that same height of pleasure one more time before hanging up the call. But just then, another thought occurs to me, and it leaves me speechless for a moment longer. "Joshua... we need to be careful," I manage at last, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. "What if someone sees this? What will they think?"

His chuckle is husky and low

"They'll think we're just having fun, like always," he assures me with a grin that does nothing to quell the rising tide of heat in my stomach. "Besides, this is our little secret, isn't it?" His fingers dance across the screen, swiping through his sperm before showing them off for me again.

I shiver at the thought of how easily he could be right about that; if anyone were to find out... It's a sobering thought as I finally hang up the call and lie back on my bed, still trembling with need and wanting more of this wild, forbidden thing between us. But for now, it seems we'll have to settle for hiding our dirty secrets behind locked doors and camera lenses.

"Night..." is all she manages before hanging up herself and lying back on her bed with a deep sigh, fingers trailing idly over her still-tender flesh. The memory of their video call plays through her mind like a forbidden dream, leaving her aching and wanting more, but also filled with an uneasy sense of guilt for the lies they've told and the secrets they're keeping from everyone else.

As she drifts off to sleep, she can't help wondering what tomorrow will bring, or how much longer they can keep up this dangerous charade before everything comes crashing down around them.