It was an entirely plausible lie for the 1980s, and the couple looked at me like I was a total slut/bitch who deserved everything I got. Ann spanked m... wet butt all the way to her Volkswagen bug and threw me in the backseat.“You aren’t getting your snail trails all over my front seat, Sugar,” she said sourly. She reminded me to buckle up politely (She was after all a School Nurse at heart) and then drove out of the parking lot.“Where are we going, Mom?” I asked.“You can call me Mistress or. I felt bad not because I was kissing and fondling his girlfriend but because I had been caught. After some minutes they both returned but I could see that Roger wasn't in a good mood."You're nothing but a slut," he snarled at her."It was just a New Year's kiss," I said, "nothing else."My peace-making didn't help matters any and Roger set about drinking one of the bottles of wine he had brought."Fucking slut," he slurred.I watched open-mouthed, as he reached under her very short skirt and pulled. She sometimes used to give me looks as if I had stripped her of all her possessions. I was confused. But days passed by and there came our Annual Athletic Sports Meet. We had a holiday the next day, so all of us (students of class 12th) planned a picnic all on our own. I arranged for a 50 seater bus for us and we set out for the picnic which was planned at the farmhouse of a distant relative of a friend.We reached there after 3 hours of driving. During the drive boys and girls sat on either. " Very funny," I said sarcastically. Except then I cracked up. It was pretty funny."Come on, Marce. Tell me. Tell."I sighed. I couldn't say that I met him at work."Okay, you know the cute guy with the dogs?" No." You know, the cute guy. Dark hair. Walks his two big dogs, greyhounds." No," she said again.I forgot that Bevvie didn't walk around the neighborhood. She wasn't exactly into exercise."Okay," I said. I wanted to make sure everything I said was true. "There's this guy. I see him a lot.