I was just about to invite her in when she said, "I'm sorry. I know it's rude to show up without calling first. I tried to call. I got your number and...your address from Tawney's records. But I didn't know what to say. I needed to be able to see your face."I finally snapped out of it and stepped back and held the door for her. I escorted her into the kitchen and explained, "I need to keep an eye on Tawney. She's just learning how to swim."She smiled and said, "I know. She told me. You were all. Pauline had bad manners and a filthy mouth. The little slut deserved everything Brenda had given her and more, probably.At least that's what Brenda was telling herself. Inside she didn't really believe that, of course, being the basically good and decent woman she was. She'd spent the afternoon wrestling with her guilt, not only for the unjust punishment she'd inflicted on Pauline that morning, but also for the lust she'd felt afterwards. She'd masturbated, Brenda reminded herself unhappily,. "Maybe it shouldn't be Girl that I ring for," I smiled at her."You are incorrigible!" she said. "Now go to bed!" Yes, Mother," I replied, and I followed her instructions.I laid in my bed, thinking about the date, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.I called Gemma on Sunday to let her know once again that I had a nice time. Monday morning, I waited at the door to the school for Gemma. When she arrived, I gave her a little hug and grabbed her hand, walking her to her locker. At lunch, we. Eventhough he was still fully clothed, Tim began belting out purposely loudgrunts which echoed out into the hallway as he heard his stepfatherbeginning to ascend the stairs. His stepfather began to creep up the stairsinto the hall way hoping that his stepson had left the bedroom doorslightly ajar for the purpose of allowing him to playfully spy on his dickstroking.Opening the door slightly more than what Tim had staged, Tim's stepfatherslowly undid his own zipper, popping open his tented shorts.