The next interruption came when Mary called to me from the house. My mom was on the phone and she wanted to talk to me."Your dad went downtown and the...pickup broke down. I need to go pick him up and see what we have to do to get it running again. I'm not sure how long I'll be, so Mary said she'd feed you lunch -- and dinner, too, if we're that late. I just wanted to remind you to wash your hands and use your manners." My mom was a stickler for manners. Like any fifteen year old, I responded. David looked at John then at the bushes. He faced the bushes, blushed, and pumped his hand up and down on his penis. John watched what David was doing and matched him blush for blush, pump for pump. They each had to prove to the other that they had the nerve to go through with this.They heard a rustle in the bushes and David almost lost his nerve. He glanced at John and saw he was still pumping his penis so he kept on pumping in time with him.The boys didn't take time for the niceties they used. A small smile crept on her face. “I thought you were gonna kill him” she said jokingly. Me too. I thought to myself.Unfortunately her solemn face returned and that dreadful look in her eyes were ever present. I couldn’t take it anymore and embraced her as tight as I could ignoring the pain. “A million million times over” i whispered in her ear. As if a faucet was turned on she began sobbing into my shoulder. I felt as if my heart was shattered.I woke up to an alarm, groggily I got up and looked. I hope you like it, I picked it out. Mr. Scari asked me to find something he would like".She leaned forward and slid her hands down my sides, smoothing the dress down over my hips and thighs, her thumbs tracing down the straps of my garter belt through the material of my dress.And then looking straight into my eyes, she said, "And I see you got my note that I put in with the dress."She then gave me an ornery smile and walked back to her desk, leaving me standing there piecing it all together..