It was pure sexual frustration being around Michelle every time she would come to visit my girlfriend and I especially considering that Michelle is an...incurable flirt. She would flop down on the couch right next to me to watch tv with her legs and ass pressed right against me. Sometimes she would also rub and massage my neck when it was sore from working out or give me extra long good bye hugs with her body pressed against my cock. She was great at acting innocent while turning me on. It. A lesser swordsman might have felt her blade crunch through his chest. But I twisted aside, allowing her blade to pass under my left arm. I used that arm to trap her extended sword arm against my body, then tapped her on the head with my wooden blade.“Two to zero,” I said, releasing my grip and shoving her away.The girl was good, no doubt about that. She had great instincts and was quickly learning how to use her weapon. Still, she had no chance against me. Her wounds were sapping her. Yet that was little, and nothing they didnʼt already know. So a fruitless thirty minutes later the kids and parents were on their way and Linda still searching for answers as she stood in the doorway of the sheriffʼs office and watched them leave.“Hey, Sheriff!” called Brad, walking up from the coffee shop with two steaming cups of java.“Mmmmm, thanks,” she said tasting the aromatic brew.“At least something good is happening this morning.”“Not much from the kids, huh?”“Nothing useful. Did that. The plan as far as I knew was for me to impersonate her and go to herhouse. This would mean her mom would see Pat and Ginger come home fromschool as usual. Then she and her boyfriend James could sneak off to theJohnny and Edgar Winter's concert. At least that's what I was lead tobelieve.I walked into the Drama Class's main room, locked the door, then into thechanging room and locked that door too. My mask of Pat was there on thewig head, padded bra and girdle were there. But the clothes she.