............. No, Sally! Um……….. no, not here……………… not now!” Mr Smith’s cheeks were starting to flush as he spoke and he stood...to turn back to his own desk. “Please don’t come to school like that again, please!” Sally grinned as his back faced her. “Okay Sir!” She rebuttoned your blouse and stood to leave. “Is that all? Or is there anything else you need me for, Sir?” As she spoke she leaned down to lift up her bag facing in the direction of the teacher who was now sitting back behind. John Butler said, while still laughing, “It tisn’t an easy accent ta pick up, is it now? Most people end up soundin like dere doin some kind of cockney with a wee bit of Irish. Be’in from Knowsley meself, I come by me accent the ole fashion way ... I was born wit it.”“Look around, while I git ta BEAUTY AND DA BEAST stuff for Randall.”I turned to my brother and said, “Nice save John. I forgot to talk to you two about how you wanted to deal with encountering people. Except for the piss-poor. ”“Are you going to tell me you slept with my dad?” I asked unsure if I had wanted to know the answer.Right away she said, “That’s one line I never crossed. Not knowingly at the time anyways. Despite my flirting with you and my invitations for you to sleep with me after you brought Elena home I’d never want to sleep with a married man.” She looked away from me and in a hushed voice she said, “Except one married man.” Then out loud, “But there are only two men who could actually be the father of. One other thing she loved about older men was that once done, they would sleep like a baby.He fell to the bed, his breathing was staggered. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. She could tell his eyes were heavy. She laid her head on the pillow and waited. She fought back her own need for slumber until she saw his eyes close.She lay there for a moment longer. She heard his breathing slow, and soon he began to snore. She knew the coast was clear. She slowly slipped out of the bed.She quietly.