But if I was right, then maybe I could save Peyton from the kind of decision she might regret for the rest of her life.I hadn't saved Dawn. I didn't k...ow Peyton very well, but maybe I could save her instead. As reasons go, it wasn't a very good one, but it was my motivation nonetheless.Looking both Bert and Sasha in the eye, I said slowly, "I want to compare your homework, and mine, to Peyton's. I think – I don't know – that Rutledge is messing with her grades and putting her on the brink of. Hi I’m Inga’s sister Jo, good to meet you and nice kiss on both cheeks, her large breast pressed against me “ Well Inga wasn’t lying she said I would enjoy the eye- candy !” She carefully checked me out running eyes over me and lingering on my now bulging shorts, she just was very horny and very easy to get on with just like Inga“ Now is there anything I can get you “ “ Well there’s an offer ! Jo I am fine I’ve finished for the day it’s to hot to be honest I’m going to stop now and start early. So I moved on, and finally settled as a teacher at a higher secondary school. I married, but the marriage didn’t work out well. After a few years, we separated, and since then I have been living quite alone. I give tuition to a number of boys and girls, and they are the only visitors I allow in my flat.Last sunday a student of mine rang the doorbell quite early in the morning. The previous night I had slept late, and so I asked her (let’s call her Rupa) to wait at the study while I freshened. "So, you know, after today, I might not see you again. You might not see me again..." I said."Look, just don't forget about me when you get to high school, all right?" She said, smiling. Afterwards, she gave me a piece of folded paper. It was her phone number."Don't worry, I won't," I said. I never used the number.Now, eight years later...It was the third quarter, close to a blowout. We were going to win. But I liked blowouts. They seemed funny to me. I watched the next play intently as the.