And here it is: I knew that my wife could not make contact with the student’s family. I also found out that he lived with mom and grandma in some se...tion 8 apartments still in this school boundary. There is no dad in the picture. My selected candidate would assume the role as the non-custodial dad, just moved to town and trying to be a part of the k**s life. He would say he received the phone messages left for his ex. Because the ex wouldn’t do anything, grandma reached out to him to get. Even so, I thought I ought to wear a mask. I'm not stupid you know and, well he might change his mind or what the police call his "modus operandi" mightn't he?So this time when I followed him I waited until after he left. He was in the house for about fifteen minutes I guess. I watched him leave, the back pack over his shoulder. He'd obviously got in through a back window or something so I went around behind the house. Everything was dark. It was a bit spooky really. The back door was ajar. He. Inside the bar kerosene lamps hung at strategic places to give the interior of the place not quite adequate illumination. He got off the snowmobile and went inside. "Ed," he called to the bar tender as he stomped the snow off his boots. "When are you going to break down and get yourself a generator for these outages? Hell, even my chickens live better than you do." If I owned a big ranch like you instead of this little outhouse of a bar I'd buy two damned generators," he answered in a gruff. Kurt sitting back and letting me have my way with him. I picked the perfect pair of panties to wear under my skirt in case he winds up seeing them. They are black and soft to caress. He’s going to want to touch them, to rip them off me or pull them aside… My blood is hot thinking about him lifting my red skirt and exposing my thighs. My blood is hot thinking about him getting a hard-on from gazing at my finely-shaped legs before his eyes flicker to my covered sex. My blood is hot thinking about.