Meanwhile, in Tristan’s bed, Colton was thinking over what had happened. As much as he hated to admit it, he actually like being with Tristan. He ga...ed at the ceiling of the room, overwhelmed with guilt at enjoying sex with someone so soon after losing Maddox. Not to mention it was with the man who killed him. Tristan saw Colton’s face, and spoke up.“What are you thinking about?”“Nothing,” Colton replied, suddenly looking in the other direction.“You know, it never gets easier,” Tristan. "I'm sure you'll do great."Alan nodded in agreement as he tucked in to his salad. "So what positionare you going to try?" Fiona asked Justine. "Quarterback," she saidmatter of factly. "I mean mom was one back when she was at high school,so makes sense." Nice," Fiona said. "I can't wait to see you making some great plays,who knows. You might even make it to the NFL." "That's the dream,"Justine replied. "Why do you think I went to the gym all summer?"My afternoon class was drama. I think it's. I rolled away and looked up in panic."Yes!" I screamed."Yes what?" Yes, I'm your..." The word caught in my throat, but I managed to squeak it out. " ... cunt." And you'll do what I tell you?" Yes." Good, 'cause I got my little brother in the car and he wants to learn 'bout sex." What do you mean?" You're a teacher and he wants to learn 'bout sex. He keeps trying to see me naked and touch me and stuff but that's gross so I brought him here so you can teach him." How old is he?" Fourteen." What. She pulls back, as Mac still has a stunned look on his face. “F-F…Frankie?” She smiles at him again. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”She leans in again, but this time Mac meets her halfway, and they lock lips again. The kiss is more passionate this time, as Frankie moves her tongue around Mac’s mouth. Mac begins to let his hands wonder, and they find their way under Frankie’s robe and to her bare breasts. He rubs them and squeezes them, enjoying his first feel of a woman’s body. Frankie.