I hope you’ll always share your emotions with me like that. But you’ve got to stop, Jake. What will the class think when I start to cry?Jake backe... off the intensity to a soft glow and smiled down at his desk.Gramma was in her car, waiting for Jake, Julie, and Carol at the end of the school day.“Your grandfather says that Carol’s appointment with Andy Cramer is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon at four p.m. The fee will be $4,000 which includes court costs and expenses.”“Thanks, Gramma. And. "I stood up and looked into Margie's eyes. She had been crying and she looked terrible. This was taking its toll on her as well. Why did she have to do it?"This is your last chance to kick the crap out of me, Jim. I have it coming, but I won't allow it after today. I have to start my new life tomorrow. You'll feel better if you give me a black eye or something. I think I'd feel better, too. No woman should ever do such a horrible thing to a loyal, loving husband, as I did to you." Goddamn it,. I looked over at the bathroom, as if I could maybe still see her in there with her fingers in her pussy. How had she done it? Had she sat on the toilet, or had she been standing? She'd mentioned she did it every once and a while, but I didn't think she could do it so fast."Really?" was all I could think to say.She sat back, grinning while still biting her lower lip and nodding enthusiastically, looking excited and relieved and proud all at once. Every bit of skin from the neckline of her shirt. I gathered up the remnants of my bra and panties and stuffed them in my backpack, too. When I reached home, I was still shaking. I couldn’t help but wonder who my attackers were and what they wanted. But mostly, I wondered who the man was that saved me from them. I headed to my room to change. Kevin, the doorman, noticed the hole in my stocking and the scrape on my knee. He asked me if I was OK. I thought I might cry, but said, ‘I just fell down on my way home, Kevin. I’m OK.’ Why didn’t I tell.