Sara didn’t need any tutoring on how to kiss!Any final thread of common sense was now gone, the allure of exploring her lithe young body again too c...mpelling. Breaking our kiss, I took her hand and said, “Let’s go to bed.” Sara’s face broke into a big smile.I led her upstairs. When we passed Timmy, sprawled in the lounge watching football, Sara said, “Mrs. D and I are going upstairs for some girl time. Give us half an hour and come join us if you like.”“That ok, Mrs. D?” she asked. I nodded and. "Amy and I discussed telling my parents, but that idea was kiboshed quickly. With less than a month before we were through with the play, Amy thought to stop her taking the pill. I agreed. Even if the Play festival happened, it would be early enough that she wouldn't show, so we got busy.After the next week's performances, we ran into Jesse, who told us the play was offered a spot in the Festival. Kevin and Maggie were both overjoyed.The genetic tests came back. Maggie and Kevin came over for. "What's up?"Mr. Harold was a popular teacher, largely because he was such a nice guy. I liked him myself. However, at the moment three was definitely a crowd."Not much," I told him. "Why don't you go do a few laps on the track? I'd like to spend some time alone with Mrs. Richards." Sounds like a good idea," Mr. Harold agreed. "I'll see you later, Shirley." Bye, Paul!" she said without looking up. Shirley. I'd never even known her first name.Mr. Harold left, and I quickly sent out a "keep away". "Can I give you folks a hand?"I explained our problem, and he went right to work. He had that tire changed in about fifteen minutes and was about to get back in his truck and leave."Um, wait a minute there," I said, "don't I owe you something for your trouble?" Nah, I couldn't take anything from you folks."That made me remember that just before he had stopped, Emily had complained about being hungry. "Well, we were just about to fix our lunch. The least we could do is have you join us."He.