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The Queens Web For MIR Sherman Tucker College was one of Pennsylvania's finest educational institutions. Founded in honour of Lieutenant Sherman Tucker, who in the civil war held off several confederate assaults upon General Bailey’s left flank in the second battle of Farrowfield. As he gave his life in the process his small hometown of Westford decided to honour him by naming the local school after him which over the years expanded outward into the complex structure it is today. Many years on and STC, as most people call it nowadays, had become a real centre for learning and development, being the main driver of Westford’s economy. Yet as it had grown so did the rumour mill surrounding it. Stories about wild sex parties not just from the students but the faculty members themselves and even possible people higher up in the chain. These stories seemed to be passed on from generation to generation, forever staying mere legends. Nothing was ever proven and while there had been

Markus could sense her approaching as the Summer sun shone down on the mansion. In his mind, he couldn’t help but contentedly affirm a few things while staring out the window, at the blue, cloudless sky: Saturday. Summer. Skinsuits. Of course, regardless of the conditions, they usually found plenty of other ways to have fun most days – rain or sunshine. But special days like this only ever came around once throughout the year. And he knew from the onrushing sound of feet she was about to rush into the room and was about to say. “All right, it’s Summer!!! The sun is shining, what are we waiting for? Let’s go to the beach!” Markus shut down his computer, concluding his morning affairs, having prepared for this eventuality. “All right. I am in. Who’s going as the man? And who’s going as the girl? Or are we doubling up?” Andrea comedically flexed her muscles in response. Which only looked pathetically cute to Markus rather than impressive, as she scrunched her face and