I pulled out a box of tissues and plugged in my headphones, then clicked on the video.It started with a point of view from the guy, showing him jerkin... off while looking at a porn magazine. Only a few seconds in, a door on the other side of the room opened, and the woman walked in, wearing a barely-there negligee.My eyes widened and I sucked in a hard, fast breath through my nose when the guy in the video covered up and said, "Mom, you're supposed to knock."The woman apologized, and then. “You have outdone yourself and are to be complimented on what you have accomplished in such a short time. Now if we could have some business things would be perfect.”As he finished saying that they both heard the phone ringing and Lisa went to answer it.She came back to Doug a short time later and said, “On the phone was Charles Gomez who saw our ad in the Tribune. He was inquiring if we would consider giving him a loan as he wants to purchase a food truck and start a business with that truck.. Not to mention my past training in submission fighting. So I shaved my facial hair and got ready to take a little walk to the "wrong side of town", just ta see what would happen. Alcohol kinda turned me stupid at times. And this is where I will start the story.So, I gathered my courage drinking the last of the beer I had with me, and stuttering forward. Almost there. A mere ten minute walk away. Slowly walking, I enter the notorious street. Nervous as hell, I start to walk through the city,. That was when I realized this was way deeper than just me. I had no idea how many teachers, coaches, students were involved. I started seeing the signs: the biology teacher unaware of semen smeared across the back of her skirt, a young teaching student walking gingerly like she'd just been fucked too hard, a drawing of a gangbang scene in the spanish teacher's whiteboard. But damn, if the head football coach was fluffing Tyrell to fuck his own wife, who knew how deep it went.I felt like I.