"And so is your mother." Not our fault." I replied. "After all we've inherited almost fifty percent of our genes from you people, I mean... grandpa an... you?"Grandma laughed loudly at her end."You're a fucking bastard, but I love to fuck you." I too gram, hope I'd get enough of your delicious pussy at the cabin. I'm just dying to put my cock in that hairy pussy of yours." Rest assured honey. You'll get more than you could bargain for." Okay I'll be ready then." Yeah. But don't tell anything to. He dumped his tray with a smile and made a beeline for the bathroom. Just as he put one foot into the mens room he felt that familiar hand pull him backwards and push him to the wall. Just as had happened every day for the past school year he was faced with the five girls who made a point to make fun of him. Four actually. Looking around for Rose he realized she wasnt making an appearance. He sighed and faced Candy, the orchestrator of his torture. She was a knockout of a girl, a ballerina with. “I don’t know, a puppy?” I said sarcastically.“Nope, you’ve won a genuine conversation with me.”“Well that is what I wanted anyway,” I lied in a flirty way.“Oh really?” she asked“Honestly, Amanda, I don’t know you as well as I should.”“Well why don’t you come over and get to know me? Laura is at work right now, but we can chat until she gets back.”“That sounds like a great idea,” I said, genuinely excited.“Ok, we live at sixth and pine, apartment number four,”“I will be there in twenty. “Here is my plan. Tomorrow morning, the mayor is going to be disgraced. An exposé of her coverups and graft will appear in the Sunday Morning Observer.”“It will take a lot longer than that for the paper to vet everything,” Michael put in. He wasn’t a libel lawyer but he knew enough to know that no newspaper would take on the mayor of a major city without ensuring everything it wrote was factual.“The story has been written for more than two years,” Beth admitted. “David once did a favor for Rory.