Just then, Sarah heard Jon coming back up the stairs. "Damn." She muttered, looking for somewhere to hide the stone. Foolishly she had no pockets in the dress she had on, now in her cheerleading sweater over the top. With seconds to spare she pulled out the front of her sweater and nestled the rock in between her ample breasts. No one would find it there, at least, not without her permission.
Jon came back in a sat back down on the floor. "Here you go. We only had Coke, hope that's okay."
"Sure that's fine." Sarah took at sip of the dark liquid. "Thanks."
"So, is there any particular part of the history assignment you wanted to go over?" asked Jon, hoping to get this out of the way as quickly as possible.
"Let's see..." Sarah had what she wanted, but she was behind in her history class, so it wouldn't hurt to let Jon try and stick a few relevant facts in her mind.
Sarah listened feigning mild interest as Jon explained the political motives behind the war and the exact involvement of each faction. He seemed to know all of it in detail.
"You've got all this down pat, haven't you? I'll never remember all this." She complained.
"Don't worry. Try and remember the events, the exact dates are less important." Jon said, trying to reassure her. He was beginning to think she'd be there all night.
"Easy for you to say, you know all the dates. I just wish you could take the test for me and save me the trouble," she sighed.
Sarah felt the rock nestled in her cleavage warm slightly and there was a moment of disorientation...