My inner self looks at me in shock as if to say ‘What the hell just happened there?’ For once she’s gob-smacked. ‘You should really be painti...g Miss Kenzy’. ‘I don’t feel up to painting right now’. I don’t want him to let me go, this beautiful stranger I see every day is holding me the way I had fantasised about and all I want to do is stay here in his arms. I pull him into me and push our lips together again, this time with more passion as I massage his tongue with my own. I feel his fingers. It was then I spotted his mate holding a phone up recording it all. He started running commentary about the useless prick on top of me which in fairness even gave me a giggle. It really was tragic. "Get up you fucking eijit and I'll do it for you" he says as and he hands over the phone to dopey hole. The new guy was a pro, he just ripped my trousers, pants and shoes off in one attempt, no fumbling with buttons or zips, just brute force. I gave him a smile for that as i genuinely was impressed.. "Are you hungry?"His pride wouldn't let him answer. He just stood there, but the slump returned to his stance."Yeah, I know you are. Come with me," she said, and turned into the house, not waiting to see if he followed.Inside in the foyer, she turned to Kenny and pointed down a long hall toward an open door to what appeared to be a kitchen. "Go in there and have a seat. I'll be with you in a minute."As Kenny brushed past the woman and the man who had proceeded him, he heard them talking in low. He’d joined them with a recommendation from the Sons of Liberty down in Florida, but there was something about him Ed didn’t like.Ed smiled to himself as he thought about the reaction of the city’s Department of Parks and Recreation if they knew what the Southern Tradition boys were using the schoolroom for. “Fostering community” was the bullshit slogan for the city’s program to give community groups the use of classrooms not needed for instruction.Well, Ed mused, Southern Tradition was.