I held on to my mother’s hand as we walked up the trail. Every time someone saw her, she squeezed my hand. When we got up to the swimming hole, a lo... of my students were there. They all had to come over to their naked teacher and her mother. A part of me didn’t want to be seen by students, but once they had a good look at me they all wanted a picture. Some of the guys asked if this was my naked partner. I told them it was my mother, which brought cheers from everyone. Mama got even more. All three articles cluttered the screen."Where's the stash, Dagmar?" I asked, quietly seething."I don't know," she growled. "You're the boy scout who stole it." How much? A pound? More?"Her face softened into sadness, an alligator tear pooling in her right eye. "I thought ... I thought you trusted me. At last someone trusted me," she sniffled."Yeah," I nodded. "You found a fool, didn't you Dagmar?" I ... I didn't kill him. It was just a one night stand." Uhm, Dagmar," I reminded her. "There are. " I blinked twice, as though to ask 'why?'. Donna did not answer this question. "They both know how many times you areto be dunked," she began with her hypnotic voice, "and you don't, but I'm goingto add two dunks to that total, because you looked for your friends while Iwas still talking to you. That seems only fair, doesn't it?" Donna turned from me, so I looked up, and saw Portia looking down at me withimmense pity. She was crying too. I heard Portia – strong, resilientPortia – wail aloud.. He walked over to the bureau, and as he was about to open the top drawer, the door latch clicked. The breath caught in his chest, and his blood ran cold. Shit! He quickly let himself into the deep closet, moving all the way to the back, and closing the louvered door behind him. Allison Wallace was a tallish girl, about 5’9′, and only about 125 pounds. She had short black hair and green eyes. She had good-sized breasts and long legs – an athletic build. This was part of the reason her parents.