”Paul Macon walked into the room occupied by the judge. He didn’t bother to smile.“Hello, Mr. Macon,” Terry Lanchew greeted as strongly as he ...as able.“Does that decision count?” the boy asked. “Even though you made it in a hospital instead of a courtroom?”So much for friendliness.“Yes,” Lanchew answered, “yes it does.”“Good,” the boy nodded. “What did you want to see me about?”“I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”Macon thought that one over for a moment, and then nodded again. The judge gave it. Dad referred to her as the girl next door type.Robin was my height, a few pounds lighter, and a B-cup. Her hair was reddish, quite curly, and it hung halfway down her back. She wore the normal miniskirts and tops that all of the other girls wore but she didn’t try to be sexy at all.When we first started dating and going to school dances or out to the movies I got to hold her hand and I got a good night kiss. The next month I got to kiss her more often and we got into some necking where I might. I had noticed that you could see her black bra through the white of her blouse which silhouetted the outline of her slightly larger than average tits .Tracy said she should try and phone the rac she picked up her phone from on the sofa and both Jill and I heard her say "oh fuck it " under her breath ,what’s up Jill enquired 'my phones out of battery now as well is nothing going to go right today , the only good thing that’s happened is you kind people stopping' in that breath you could hear. He immediately sprinted to his room, as fast as he could while only tip toeing his way up the stairs. He lingered a moment at the top, looking at his cum soaked mother on the living room floor. After a minute she got up, removed her blindfold and looked around. She seemed even more upset. She began frantically running around the room searching for something. She found her phone in the table and called someone. “Hey, baby- yeah, no, the asshole just left. He didn’t even fucking pay me. No I.