I am sorry to tell you this but this story is not one of those happy endings. It is a rather sad story.(Fictional story)Let me begin by painting a pic...ure for you.It was the time of the year when c***dren started waking up early to be sure they wouldn't miss their bus. Those who were fortunate enough to have to chase after the bus because they wanted to continue to enjoy sleeping in were able to get their exercise in early as well. Luckily for me, I did not have to catch a bus. I was able to. There was a silver dollar sized puddle of spunk glistening in the subdued light of the bar and Rod was giving me this 'cat that ate the canary' grin. Rod called out "Clean up in aisle one" to Charlie, who didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about. So I said "we need a bar towel Charlie." That he understood and tossed a damp towel onto the bar in between us. I took the towel, opened it up, and d****d it over the top of the seat as I told Rod "Clean up your own mess" and walked. " Krista grinned at the hints of Dee's North Carolina accent creeping into her voice. It was very clear to her Vermont ear.A little while later, Mo came down, but he wore shorts and a polo shirt. He smiled in acknowledgment of his wife's--and her daughter's--naked beauty. They really are exquisite. And I really am a lucky man to be married to such a wonderful, loving, and fun woman as Helen, he thought. He asked Krista for an omelet with ham and cheese before taking his seat and pouring himself. I can say, hand on my heart, if there was an Olympic event in sitting on chairs quickly, I would have won that day. In less than a second I was on my chair, wheeling it quickly back up to the desk.In walked Miss Filch. My heart stopped. Thank god I hadn't taken my shirt off. "Mr Wilson," she exclaimed, "you're class have been waiting outside for ten minutes, what's going on." She didn't seem to have a clue. My desk has a hard back, which hid Celeste from view. It also hid the fact I wasn't.