"Of course, I will."He stepped inside the house. Florence led him into the living room. Joshua looked around to see if he could spot at least a hint o... Leroy's existence. He was nowhere to be seen at the moment.He asked his wife, "So...what's going on?"Florence chuckled. "You don't have to hide things from me, you know." What do you mean?"Florence folded her arms across her chest. "I know what you've been hiding in the closet. I saw it."Joshua quickly realized what she had been saying. He tried. Before anger and fear could touch her he knelt beside the bed and whispered, ‘You were sleeping so peacefully and you looked so lovely…” He bent and kissed the back of her hand as it rested outside the sheet. The voice was measured and soft, but each word was clearly enunciated in rich, deep tones and she knew this man. Although they had never met, they had talked on the telephone for months. She knew that voice very well indeed. She breathed a long sigh of relief as the momentary fear left. The best in the Valley". I notice people in booths all around us turning to look at whatever little slut is talking so loudly about fucking half the Valley. I'm really embarrassed and sure this is all a joke on me somehow. But this slut talk is secretly making me very horny. I guess I've always been attracted to "bad" girls, at school the girls I always fantasized about were the ones who were troublemakers. My girlfriend was a "good" girl, but when we fucked, sometimes I thought about the bad. ." You zoom past a teacher and he yells at you to slow down, but you barely register it as you rush to your classroom.You wanted to start your last year of school off on a positive note...Now it looks like you're going to be stuck in detention already. Mrs Jefferson has been your homeroom teacher for the last three years and she always had a zero-tolerance policy for tardiness. It probably came from her old age. The old woman always looked like she would just fall apart if she tripped and fell.