.." I know." Maybe we could pretend the whole thing never happened and keep on going like before." Sure. Maybe." Yeah. That'd be good."She looked off ...o the side toward the bank of windows facing east. A full moon was rising behind a veil of fog - bold yet diffuse."I feel stupid," she added, as if she were talking to someone on the other side of the room. Her wrist pulled out from under his hand.They spent more time eating without talking. Forks ticking and scraping again. Pursed lips sucking. " A tear ran down her cheek. "I love you too." He kissed her gently. "Are you ready?" She smiled. "Yes, baby." And with that, he started to thrust inside her, feeling her tight pussy massage him as they grew accustomed to each other. Brendan started gently, not wanting to hurt her any more, thrusting himself into her slowly as he kissed her cheek, looking into her deep blue eyes as she wrapped her arms around him, her legs wrapping themselves around his back, encouraging him to keep going.. We wrote each other intimate and erotic emails and texts. We shared details that most friends don’t share.And then one day she shared with me something new. She told me that she loves foot massages. She told me that they take her to “another place”. Hmmmm, I thought. What if...?Fast forward a month and we got together to meet for dinner. Wait. I forgot to mention. I am a married man, and she is now about two months into a serious relationship. So we had kept our hands off each other. We. Theresa Randell to the Vice Principal’s office,” was announced over the school’s paging system.Terri? What could she have done? She was a Goody Two-Shoes at school, so being summoned to the Vice Principal’s office was totally unprecedented for her.Then, about fifteen minutes later, there came a second page, “Kevin Randell to the Vice Principal’s office. Kevin Randell to the Vice Principal’s office.”The teacher anticipated my request and gestured for me to go. I felt all eyes on me as I stood.