We met at a Quiz night. I was 25 years old at the time. I had attended the event with some mutual friends and started talking to her at a break in ...he proceedings. She seemed like a very bright mature lady and had been sitting at the next table to ours. Beth, that was her name, was helping herself to a cup of coffee and a biscuit when I started commenting on some of the questions and answers that had already been asked. She stood about 5’6” tall, with a full, rubenesque figure, nicely. I kept a surveillance camera of the room, my wife wanted to spy on the sitters, it didn't seem like a bad idea now, I pushed it into the machine and the screen on the TV came to life with the events of the evening. It showed Jesse and my son Max, he was 10, she was cleaning up, and she was moving around the room picking up toys as Max sat on the couch. I could see his eyes following her, watching her closely as she bent over, her breasts bouncing as she moved.She was teasing him, he must have. Most students now avoided me, but the ones who didn’t were a real problem. I was called a faggot and a tranny. I had guys saying I should suck their dicks or let them fuck me. I had some pull up my skirt as I walked down the halls. One even pulled up my skirt and stuck his hand in my panties.The teachers kept it from getting too bad during the day. Once school was over and I left the school grounds I had boys who beat me up. One time a couple of guys held me down as others pulled my panties. I could have called her direct line but because of the restraining order I was playing it very carefully.It was less that five minutes later that Carrie called me back."You wanted to talk to me?" Yeah. I need to cancel our dinner tonight." Really, why." Something came up and I have to take care of it tonight." You're not doing this to get even with me for the restraining order, are you?" No. I really wanted to have dinner with you tonight but like I said something came up." When can we get.