"Am I boring you Miss. Banks?" the prude English teacher asked. She didn't go on with the lesson, instead she waited for Sarah to respond. "You know y...u don't have to be here if you don't want to be. I think you know where the door is Sarah," she added."No it's ok Mrs. Bainbridge, I am just tired," Sarah responded in her defense.Mrs. Bainbridge returned to the lesson, which consisted of her writing on the board for the whole 2 hour class. The students around her scrambled to copy everything. Much to our surprise, she didn’t lose the baby, despite severe trauma from third-degree burns to her feet and some possible lung damage from smoke inhalation. She could need an oxygen tank if they can’t mitigate it enough.“Also, they might have to amputate her feet entirely, the tissue damage is so extreme. I want you to be honest with me, Mr. Gottlieb ... when were you last intimate with my daughter?” Pierre started a little confrontational, but that was a common reaction from a father.“Save. “Fuck Miss Nathalie. You are such a naughty slut. I think Santa will have extra presents for you. For the moment you can have whatever Santa has in his sack.” With that his old cock jerked and he emptied a massive load of cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, enjoying the taste of the warm spunk. As he zipped up his trousers he kissed her on the lips. “Fuck, you’re very good indeed. Leave your address and phone number with my elf and you’ll get something nice for Christmas. Nathalie. The guy who had invited him to visit the pizzeria was standing over at the counter making a pizza. The invitation for a free lunch was a little out of place at the opening, but the young man’s assurance that he wouldn’t get a better pizza anywhere else in the world, had won him over. Being from New York, he felt that it was a boast that deserved to be challenged.Rather than go talk to him, he went over to the wall and looked at the mural. He laughed at the picture of the old woman in a bathrobe.