Her father was German, her mother French, her governess Dutch and her nanny Italian. There had also been a Mexican gardener, but rumors about him were...spoken in hushed tones. Suffice to say that Deirdre spoke four languages fluently and six or seven more somewhat. Rural Spanish counting as a "somewhat." Moreover, she had gotten the twin's version of the afternoon events, and she wanted some for herself.Deirdre walked the wild side and was known for getting what she wanted over any objection.. I was met at the airport by my son Jeremy. Once out to the car in the parking lot, I put my suitcase and laptop into the back seat and once inside in the passenger’s seat, I swung a right at his jaw and connected solidly. He was out like a light, and I moved him over to the passenger’s side and drove home. We were close to home when Jeremy woke up and looked over at me. “So you found out about us, huh?”“Yes you son of a bitch. How could you fuck your own mother of all people? I thought that I. ...I was still very much in a mood when I got up the next morning. Eventhough the excitement of the day ahead and seeing Mhari again was aboost, Mom and Avril's behaviour last night had cast a shadow on theouting.After a perfumed shower I got dressed in typical day time attire. I chosea pair of jeans which had got a bit tight on me since the holiday allthat junk food at College had probably put an inch or two on me. A loosefitting knitted top which dropped over the top of the jeans hid my. She smiled and picked me up into her lap and turned me to faceMrs. Carson while she kept her arms loosely around me.Mrs. Carson smiled, "I have to say Sofia, you are the cutest student oncampus... maybe ever."I blushed but mumbled, "thanks." Okay, you two unfortunately have been through the wringer this weekend.I wouldn't normally want to bring in new students, but you won't be thelast we've had to take in on short notice like this. We have this weekand then our Thanksgiving Break, and then.