She was finding it hard to concentrate on Father John’s deep voice and the words coming out. “It’s great to see you doing so well this year, Lo...ita. Your marks are very good, however I would like to see you participate more actively in class. You have so much to offer the other girls and the world around you,” said Father John, as he gently put his large manly hand on top of her left thigh. He softly caressed her soft leg, being careful not to be too obvious about it. He was, of course, her. Her anger had a target – her target had no clue. He signed on to read yet another glowing review of his ill-gotten literary triumph, and leaned back in his chair with satisfaction. He decided that he ought to reward himself with a vigorous jerking of his tiny penis. Although the odor that struck his nostrils when he unzipped his fly was enough to strip paint from a ship, he was too high to care. He gripped his pecker with both fingers and began to attempt penile reveille. When the. .. and business is booming. The figures in this audit don't even begin to add up to what Miss Sloan's taking out of the place... and I figure you must be helping her to cover it up!" Well..." Leon Canfield fidgeted. "She's got heavy overhead expenses... and..." That's crap, Leon, and you know it!" Holden exploded. "What's in it for you... to make false audits like this?"Canfield knew he'd been caught. He'd expected it for some time. Looking at the floor, he mumbled, "Nothing... She's not paying. I was just tired of exercise. I know I need to lose some weight but then why? All my family are stocky build so I just accepted it as the norm.You are born, you live an experience(s), and then you die. Why worry about the little things in life like weight.It was at this point I ran directly into her. Her head was down and like me she was asking questions about life. The only difference was she was 19 and I was 49. Two generations apart.She had long blond hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a.