"I hadn't seen all the students gathered in the gym and so focused since Cassie and I debated in front of the school board. They'd been told simply th...t there would be a special convocation on personal safety and self-defense Friday afternoon. Nobody knew or understood what they were about to witness.There were mats in the middle of the basketball court. Our parents sat in chairs around the mats. All our parents—almost. Mom and Dad had managed to get at least one parent of every member of the. They hadn’t seen each other for a couple of months and Sheila asked Jan over that evening. I was planning a report for the office, so I didn’t mind. It would let me work at home without being disturbed. After about an hour there was a ring at the front door. Wondering who it might be I went to answer and found Jill, the hairdresser stood there with arms full, as usual, of hairdressing kit. Rather than have her stand on the door I invited her in. As she stepped past the mat she caught her toe. " It was your recipe," Denise said with a smile. She would add it to the collection of recipes that she had started. She hadn't thought about it, but living with Dale had taught her a lot about the preparation of fine meals."Let's relax for a few minutes and head down to the basement," Dale said. While the basement floor wasn't the most romantic setting, he'd take a blanket down to make it a little more comfortable."You were late. Was there a problem at work?" Denise asked."There was a problem. .. uh if you ... um wanted," she stuttered with her soft voice and Tasha was dying to kiss him.He bit his lip and leaned away from Tasha. "If I wanted ... what?" Max said as his ran his big hand over Tasha's hair, petting her as if she was a cat in heat.She leaned against his hand and Tasha hoped he was getting her vibes. She wanted him and didn't care if he was her Dad or not. "You can ... uh ... pretend I'm you're um ... date, if you wanted to." Tasha whispered, as she chewed her lower lip.