Making excuses to the executives, I hurried home and found Kayleigh and Kimberly sitting at opposite ends of the living room and decidedly not looking...at each other. "I can imagine that you're both upset," I said as I walked in, "but we can talk this out." "Are you getting a divorce?" Kimberly asked. "Oh hell no," I answered. "I told you, it wasn't cheating," Kayleigh said. "You knew about this?" Kimberly demanded. "Your mother and I have a special relationship," I said. "We love each other. .. Save the babies..."Others nearby took up the mantra, and soon every student was repeating in unison."Danger. Save the babies. Danger. Save the babies."The ice cream truck careened slowly down the hall, bouncing off lockers and nudging students out of its way. It suddenly gained speed as it entered the lobby and plowed through the glass wall of the main office. Its discordant song faded to static and sparks began flying from the speaker. The yellow blinking light on the roof grew to the size. “Let. Go. Of. My. Hand.” He glanced at Grant for confirmation but reluctantly opened his fingers when he realised he wasn’t going to get any support from that quarter. “This,” I pronounced to the room at large, “is bullshit. And I’m going home. Now.” Chin lifted in injured dignity I moved to collect my coat but Grant’s hand was a blur as he gripped my upper arm to stop me and I knew the amount of pressure he was applying was going to leave marks. “You are not going anywhere.” Agitation. Finally she turned to me and said: "Your father will be going away this weekend again. We'll make a second set of photos. This time use the digital camera. We'll send more and I'll be more revealing!" "OK mom!" was the only thing I managed to say. Next day my mom had a few drinks and then we started the job. I was giving her instructions how she should be. She took all her clothes off and got some sexy positions. I tried to make her look as sexy as possible. After.