You know how women are.” He extended his hand, which I shook.“Thanks, Mr Williams.”“Oh, none of that, now. Call me Pete, please.”“Okay. Th...nks, Pete.” That felt weird.“I knew your father. Hell of a dedicated man. And a great engineer. Some of the changes he’d started to make on the shop floor would have led to major efficiency savings if he’d have been able to follow them through. That accident really was a tragedy in more ways than one.”“Daddy, are you talking about the factory again?” Lily. ”“Bull-shit!” Artie, another one of them, joined in.“Got something to say, Artie?” Quincy challenged him. “I’m not saying she’s fuckin’ thirteen or anything.”“What’s going on?” Lucy asked me, eyeing the boys.I shrugged. “I think they’re talking about my homeroom teacher, Ms. Wagner.”“What’s she teach?”“English.”She stared at the ground in thought for a few seconds. “Is she the one with the hips?”“The what?”“No? Maybe I’m thinking of another teacher.” Lucy replied thoughtfully.“I ... don’t. Hell, to be honest, I hadn't gotten laid for close to a year, it is hard to invite a pretty young thing home to check out the thread count on your egyptian sheets when you are couch surfing.It had just seemed a waste of pussy, even though there had been nobody at home behind those dull unreasoning eyes. It pissed me off, and I put down twenty zombies in the next two hours to work off my mad. Ms. Tiger took it as a challenge, and took out over seventy. I had to laugh when she looked over at me. "A little known fact about these issued punishment devices, if they are pressed three times in an hour the police respond to the address." She drags my restrained body to the door area and presses the button for a long time. She quickly removes my restraints, opens the door part way, and begins moving across the room arranging herself against the collapsed table."Now the Owner rapist has another victim, me!" But I did not touch you." I moaned."According to the story I am going to tell; you did..