Two hot families

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I took off my dress and lay down on the bed wearing just bra and panties. I looked around. This room would be my home for the next year – maybe longer, if Daddy thought I was making acceptable progress at the school. It wasn't bad – a little bare right now, for I'd just moved in last evening. My roommate wasn't here yet, either. Once she arrived and we set about decorating to fit our particular tastes and styles, it would be a lot more homey. If a boarding school room can ever really be like home. Whatever home is like.

On an impulse, I got up from the bed and hurried to my desk, where I'd already hidden my stash. Possession wasn't encouraged at this school, but there was no automatic expulsion penalty, so I didn't feel too paranoid. I unzipped the leather pouch and took out one of the joints I'd rolled yesterday afternoon on the plane ride down. The first toke reminded me of how good this special Colombian really was, and I savored it all the way down my tubes. The air started growing pungent with the smell of burning grass and I sniffed appreciatively between hits on the stick.

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