Can you tell him that you're glad you didn't go to the Surf-n-Sand? You could just say it."Its only fair to share," he teased.Sheila was furious at he...self for letting him make her defensive. I will do and say what I please. He does not have the right to corner me. I am a liberated woman and I do not care what he thinks. That litany made her feel better, but her well-honed competitive self returned and she couldn't buy the cop out. Okay, Sheila, the ball's in your court. You're either a chicken. His wife, Alice,usually came in about eight-thirty after dropping off their two kids at school and rushing off to work. Alex was rushing around the store, making the drip coffee and putting the new bagels and pastries out. When the machine warmed up she started putting together Andy’s latte. Andy leaned in, over the counter. ‘So why are you late, Alex? Hot date?’ He asked in a whisper, glancing over at Mark. He laughed out loud when Alex blushed. Alex quickly glanced at Mark, who opened his. Letting go of her and opening the draw in the table next to him, he pulled out a large shiny metal ring. Her body tensed and she took a deep breath, all the tingling in her body suddenly sped up, and she almost ran. But she couldn't move from that spot and gave just a little flail. Brushing aside her ponytail he fixed the collar around her neck with a click, then grabbed her by the back of the head and forced his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of ash. His free hand roughly squeezed her breast. "Dad, are you free on Saturday? Maybe we can talk with Ms. Adler about my math grade. That way, I can still pass for valedictorian." Fine, fine. You know I love you right? And that I'd do anything for you. Let's meet this teacher of yours this Saturday to get your grades changed."That Saturday came and we met with Ms. Adler in my classroom. "Wow, school's fairly quiet on Saturdays. This should make my plan work with less trouble," I thought to myself."Good morning, Ms. Adler. I am Tom Bradley,.