He sees the gun and calls me a pussy. Ok I can live with that. And I told him. “Look Dude, I don’t want any trouble, but if you persist in trying...to kick my ass I’m going to have to shoot you. Now please go away.” He took a real hard look at me and then does the manly posturing thing. He threatens me about what he’ll do to me some time and then gets back on his bus. I was expecting something like that because he had to save face. But he got back on the bus so it works for me. I turned and. No parents and no children came up to chat with them, to ask how they were, whether Paula had her MMR jab or if Heather might consider helping out on a stall at the next village fund-raiser. In fact, the parents, all mothers up to the age of forty, were intent on avoiding eye-contact at all costs, taking advantage of the need to fuss with their children to ensure that they need never look directly at the mother and daughter standing in the shade of the picturesque cherry tree. The children were. "Hi, Jenna?" said Alicia, poking her head in the room."Yes," replied the woman, "come in and sit down."Jenna was going over the test reports that Jo had gotten done. It had not escaped her notice that Jo had put a rush on them, and paid the extra money it cost herself -- which was considerable for same day service. There was now nothing other than completing the more ... personal ... interviews that kept her from hiring the girl."It looks like you're clean," said Jenna, and Alicia blushed. "I. ." Timothy hushed me as he pushed my purple American Apparel skirt up farther on my thigh. Now the only thing separating him was my light blue thong. Tanner reached over and lightly touched my pussy through the fabric and by reflexes my legs instantly spread apart. I hated the power they had over me. Tanner chuckled to himself at the sexual power he could hold over me. "Shhh, Grace . . ." I gasped as Timothy pulled off the panties and threw them on the floor. Tanner bent down and picked them up.