I struck pay dirt with the first call.“Mrs. Ross? Mrs. Jeffrey Ross?” I asked.“Yes, I am Mrs. Jeffrey Ross. Can I help you?” she replied.“Do...s your husband work for Halifax Company?” I asked.“Yes, he does,” she responded.“This is Mr. Don Watson with the Halifax Company,” I lied. “We are planning a little welcome party for your husband, Jeff, and you. We will supply you with round trip tickets to Springfield and back. It is to be a total surprise for Jeff. Could you make it?”I couldn’t help. "I believe you just told me everything I need to know. In any case, patrolling the playground after lunch is not part of my responsibilities. All right class, get ready to copy down the vocabulary words for the week after break."Alas, I did not dodge the bullet. About fifteen minutes later, Carol returned and Sean MacDougle, Michelle Palermo, John Marcello, Chris Townshend, and I were summoned to the office. We got up out of our seats to the traditional calls of "busted" from some of the other. I'm not losing this funding because Gabby put thewrong time for the meeting in the calendar," he fumed.Noah felt his stomach sink, "You're fucking kidding. Mitchell's notgoing to be in until noon. We knew we might have to stall for him, butwhat the fuck are we supposed to do about this?" His already tenuousconfidence was shattered with the news that their money guy wouldn'tbe in the meeting.The firm's fearless leader gave him a look like Noah was stupid foreven asking the question. "We're gonna. We fuck a while like this until I drunkenly tell him I want something different. He takes me to the side of his California king bed which seems even bigger and I complain about having sex in front of his picture of Jesus. He doesn't help me out but keeps moving forward. So we first do missionary. He gives me head again. I remember him telling me in a bossy manner to suck his cock. I do. I remember feeling like I was watching from above, not really in control of what I'm doing. I remember asking.