So it was important that my interest stay my secret - even from her, at least for awhile. For Margie, my newfound awareness regarding her relationship...with my mom was an opportunity that also changed our relationship. I don't know if Sara, my older sister, knew about Margie and mom at the time. I didn't say anything to her, and I didn't notice anything in her behavior. But Margie's behavior towards me certainly changed. I was no longer just one of her friend's daughters. Now, it was almost. Then I walked over to the lunch room teacher and I said, real loud, 'Did you see him? He assaulted me. Are you going to call the cops?'"You know what she did? She put her arm around me, and said, 'I saw it all, Jane. Let's go talk to the principal. John, you make sure you're where I can find you later.'" What did the principal say?" The teacher told him what she saw. He asked me what happened and I told him. Exactly, word for word. Nothing extra, no tears or hysterics. I told him I wanted to. He had her legs up on his shoulders and her high heels did dance next to his ears as he slammed his cock into her.Pam wasn't one to use words like, "Oh yes fuck me" when her pussy was being pounded, but she was a noisy fuck with a lot of screaming, wailing and loud cries and I sat there and heard everything that I had thought had only been heard by me and the walls of our bedroom. Finally Darrel wheezed, "I'm cumming sweetie, where do you want it?" You know where it has to go lover, in my pussy. "I resisted the wisecrack to ask her which orifice. "With?"She exhaled noisily and muttered, "Want a job doing…" She reached into her drawer again, retrieved a staple gun and held it out. "Here. Try not to hurt yourself."For the record, I don't hate my boss. Sure, she's a little brusque and condescending at times and is under a lot of pressure from management, but at that moment I just saw red. Total, irrational blind rage flared up inside me and I boiled over; three months of repressed fury.