Harold had no answers I wanted to hear.“I suppose you and Harold will be moving out when I take the house,” offered Bete. Harold was sobbing openl... now. “Though, maybe not together.”“No. I’m not moving,” I said. I couldn’t lose the only things that made my life bright. That house anchored me to school and my friends. Harold sold my mother, he wouldn’t do the same with everything else I loved. “I can’t move, not now. I want my house.”“I need to be paid, and the house is his, not yours. Funny how. Stanley's cock stiffened and swelled as he thought of the beautiful blonde's ample breasts, narrow hips, firm, compact ass and long, tapering legs. He couldn't help but get hard as he imagined the silk or satin panties she wore beneath the fluttering mini-skirt. He willed the breeze to blow harder. He prayed that God would grant his wish to see the blonde's panties. He shifted on the seat, his erection uncomfortable inside the confines of his tight jeans. He wished he could whip it out, here. Wonder what she wants now Jack wonders? Maybe she want’s fucked, I’ll find out later. Then she walks away leaving him sitting there with a hard - on. The bell rings, the room empties, Jack walks slowly up to her desk.Mrs. Wells watching him approach, staring at him. She is undressing him. Staring at his crotch. “What do you need Mrs. Wells?” “You have a problem Jack, your grades have slipped so low you won’t be able to play football.” “You’re kidding of course?” “No I’m not. Amateurs out here always make me laugh, thinking they were big and bad because they read soldier of fortune and spent 500 bucks at a shop for a Glock. The pickup roared up, the push bar slamming into the man. He screamed out as he was thrown down the road, landing about 15 feet away from the van. He groaned and gasped as the pickup idled up to him. Two men jumped out of the back and started toying with him. One of them kicked him, hard, in the balls and he screamed out. There was a rustle.