" Ann called me. You weren't at school and she was worried about you. She called here but no one answered. No one answered when I called. I was worrie... Paul." I sorry, I didn't want to talk to anyone." Miss Dillard has continued to give you bad grades? Why didn't you tell me?" What could anyone do? Last year she picked John Deming. His family even hired a lawyer. No one can make a teacher change a grade. The school board can refuse to rehire the teacher, but she has been teaching so long, they. I smell the Boys and I make the call that ruins your life."The last 24 hours had been stressful. He'd met with his family after he'd left O'Malley's that night. An hour of talking had produced a lot of yelling and tears, but little else. They'd gone home leaving Zach and Shannon alone.It'd taken longer than normal for Shannon to go to sleep. His usually happy little girl was whining and crying. It was obvious she could tell things weren't right. Zach sat on his couch and began contemplating his. Like I said, this was new to me.Bala had been extolling the exquisiteness of the marks, going in detail about the strength and control each showed. She had Sally hold up her tits with her hands to Amud, putting them mere inches from his face. In my silent rage, I imagined his hot, fetid breath caressing those orbs as he leaned forward, drooling down his chin, soiling his expensive silken tie. In actuality, he could hardly breathe, he was so scared, and he moved away from the temptation, not. Uhhhhhhhng..."Then she turned toward the edge of the couch and threw-up strawberry Slushy and ice cream all over the carpet."Oh my god! Charlotte! Ron, I think she hit her head! I think she has a concussion."I shook my head, closing my eyes for a moment."She didn't hit her head, Stephie," I said in my slurring, drunken voice. "She's pregnant."Stephanie had been hurrying over to get a towel from the kitchen and she suddenly slipped and fell on her ass. Charlotte turned some more, and more messy.