Mind your manners and say hello." Hello," they said in unison.Hunter registered their reply but his mind had already boomeranged in another direction....His name was Cole, she had said. He hadn't heard anyone use his given name in three years and he found it disconcerting. Somewhere deep inside he knew he wasn't Cole anymore. Worse, he was afraid he wasn't just Hunter anymore either. He tamped down the thought and returned to his family.He smiled at them. "Do you guys like presents?"In the family. As we are driving on the freeway and I’m playing with my sopping wet hole with my dress up just under my boobs and my pussy on display for anyone to see je keeps driving up to larger trucks and commuter busses letting everyone see me getting myself off. It was such a turn on knowing that anyone who looked down would see me fingering my pussy. He decided to head to lunch at this little pub on the water in the University district. As we got off the freeway and on to rural streets again he. ”“Oh! I don’t think I’ve ever had a student ask to be in phys ed. At least not one who didn’t think he was going to be an NFL quarterback. Let’s stop to talk to Mr. Anderson in the gym.”Mom left for work and we made the rounds of the teachers. They seemed nice. I recognized just one of them. Ms. Levy taught freshman English. I remembered having a crush on her in V1’s freshman year. She got married and quit teaching the next summer. I thought she was beautiful the first time around. She was. Sally actually was a pretty decent sister. She was always courteous and respectful of me, and even upon occasions, loving and caring in a sisterly sort of way. We had been roomies until she reached 11 and I was 10. That was when my mom and dad moved my bed down to the basement family room and Sally kept her bedroom on the main floor.Mom and dad slept upstairs on the second floor. And since we had a bathroom on every level, it actually worked out great. I enjoyed having the basement to myself.