Some teachers would march the boy straight to the Head Teacher, but other teachers such as myself would store the things you said in her mind for anot...er day. Say, for example, you and I were to meet accidently after you had left school, then I would remember what you had said.”“Sorry Miss, what did you hear me say?”Jan leaned forward, pushing the cardigan away from her front and beckoned Wesley to lean in closer. Jan watched his eyes take in the fact that he could now see her nipples through. “You’ve got to be kidding, Gérard.” Amélie huddled close to him on one side, Sandrine on the other. “What are we doing out here, anyway?”Gérard laughed. “You wanted to see the ceremony, dear Amélie, don’t you remember?”She remembered, yes, but had hoped the weather would be a little more like it had been the day they visited for the first time earlier in the year. Cold, yes, but not raining to boot. As they arrived she looked around to see who else might have attended. The two women had not. “I know what we could do. I’m guessing that judging by how hard his cock is he’s really wanting us to….do things to it. So what we could do is….nothing. Just tell him to get dressed again”. Brianna giggled at this idea too but it was my turn to talk. “I gotta say I know you’re mad at me but I really hope that you don’t decide to do that”. “Was I talking to you?” Sonia asked. “No, I don’t think I was. So what do you think, Brianna?” “Well, it would be fun to piss him off by making him get. " What do you mean 'hurts'?" asked Pickett."He slaps me, and when mommy tells him to stop he knocks her on the floor. He made her mouth bleed and I threw my toy at him and he kicked me and I couldn't go to school for a long time." When did this happen, Timothy?"The boy scrunched up his face, and thought for a while. "I wasn't in this grade," he said. "I was in Miss Roper's class then. And after that he went away for a long time and Mommy said he was gone and would never come back or hurt us.