"Look, there's nothing I can say about what happened today that will make this easy. I know you probably don't want to be here, and there's nothing I ...an do about that. But we have to live together for another two years, and then you can get out of this place and never see me again."Kathy couldn't breathe. "But Mommy WHY? I'm sorry. I thought it would be funny. I didn't know he wasn't wearing underwear. I didn't think it would hurt anything. Please don't make me go. Uncle Bob said you LOVE me!". " Hecreeps up the stairs and nearly heads to his bedroom. Then he realizes heshould check on his son one more time. He tiptoes into Codey's room and looks at the little angel sleeping. Though most angels don't fall asleep with their father's cum drying ontheir face, but let's not split hairs. He carefully sits down on the edge of the boy's bed and begins to softlystroke his hair. "I'm sorry, Codey," he whispers, as he traces one handdown his son's cheek and over his lips. Which, he. "I love you." A quick wave and she was on her way.I adjusted my pants, shifted into gear and headed for school.I pulled into the parking lot 15 minutes later. I'd guessed right, by the time I got there I'd miss about half of History. I walked in and Mr. Hansen looked over his glasses at me, then continued with his lecture.I must have been on autopilot or something. I'd had my attention on getting to class and seeing how Mr. Hansen was going to react and didn't notice anything else. I went to. If I knew where to start..."I had only been teaching for a little less than two years (one year in grad school), but I had already heard this at least a thousand times. What it meant was "I give each problem a look. If I can't find an example just like it in the book or my notes, or if it takes more than one minute to do, I consider it impossible and go on to the next one." I sighed inwardly and thought to myself that she was lucky to have those tits; she was certainly not going to get by on.