Anyway, one night when I returned home from work I was met with the sight of Fran sitting in a reclined position on the settee. Her legs were open and...stretched out. Even from where I was standing I could see the outline of her hairy pussy through her knickers. It took only a few seconds to work out that she was pretty drunk. Her speech was slurred and she kept giggling. Uncle Ben was in a similar condition. He was sprawled out on his armchair swigging from a half empty whisky bottle. He then. We sit down to dinner and I hear all about your day, about the kids who won’t listen, and the other teachers who can’t teach. Apparently today had been an exceptionally difficult day, but this close to the end of the school year, these kinds of long, drawn out days are to be expected. You vent to me between bites of cheeseburger and fries, and I listen carefully, although I barely grasp the politics of what goes on at your school. I do know, however, that there are certain teachers that I would. But remember this - in the end, the only thing you have is your character. Honor, duty, fidelity, love, trustworthiness, friendship, all of those things feed into it. Everything else is just so much like dandelion seeds in the wind.”“I’ve had that debate with myself over and over again,” I said. “I don’t make decisions like that lightly.”“Good. Your mom tells me you and Nancy broke up.”“We did. In the end, we weren’t on the same page about our relationship and we made a real mess of things. I’m. " Well, at least she's good for something, then. You really do get along well with her though, don't you?" I asked."Yeah, we get along well, and she has eyes for my brother, too!" Oh god, don't encourage her!"We both laughed at that comment. Cassie knew that Niki drives me crazy as much as she does her. She's nice, and hot, but she's always complaining about something. Cassie sat down at the table and was directly across from me. She opened up a book, took out some paper, and started reading.