Baird bellowed from behind his pedestal.His quip about absent students was a daily joke since he could already see who was and who was not in attendan...e. Mr. Baird was the teacher for the TV class as well as the journalism classes. Those classes also took care of the weekly newspaper and yearly yearbook. The man worked hard and trusted the students under his watchful eye to do their assignments. Tim had decided long ago to make sure he signed up for one of his classes for every year he was at. ...............................................................As we adjust our pants, Fr. Joe takes the portable cd player and thenwe head downstairs to the old chapel, which has been out of use for manyyears. Stripped of statues, the old chapel is still basically intact. I sitin an old creaking pew as Fr. Joe lights a number of candles. A few of theold overhead lights are on, but many bulbs are burned out, so the light issomewhat dim. Fr. Joe positions a footstool by the old altar. As my. Our son’s never spoke of the fact that Todd had seen their mother or vice versa. But she and I both knew that it was a matter of time before she became his bed-mate. I told her, more than once, that she ever got the chance to get into bed with him, to take it.Then two weeks ago, Carrie told me, excitedly one afternoon, after I got home from work, that she spent three hours in bed with Todd, and they spent that time fucking like rabbits. She said that it happened, when Todd came by to return. The Field Marshall’ wife screamed, a phuff sound silenced the room, Mary wasn’t sure if the gun from the Field Marshalls belt holster had gone off, but a red stain appeared above the wife’s left tit confirmed it had“What the fuck,” said the Field Marshall. A second phuff was heard, and a hole appeared in the Field Marshalls temple.Kapper turned from sucking the dead man's cock and started to move, but a third bullet went through her temple, and she slumped over the flaccid cock.Mary sat and.