Obviously, Mr. Barnhart would make sure nobody ever found out. So,everybody would still think she was a good girl, no matter what wasgoing on in this...office. And if all he ever did was put it in herbutt, there was no way that she could ever get pregnant. So, she wouldnot have to go on the pill or anything.Nobody would ever find out about this. Not even her parents.There was no way she could get in trouble.As the girl felt her guidance counselor continuing to pleasure himselfin the hole. " I will." An' you make me uh grandfather, Ima sign yo' trust fund ova' to her, hear?" Loud and clear, sir." That is not an idle threat; it's a clause in the family trust account. "Condoms are your friend." He nods and goes back into the den.Mom primps Beth for a while longer then fusses with my tie and tells me how to handle the girls that will swarm all over me. There's something wonderful about having your Mom fuss over you. Eventually, however, Beth and I manage to get out the door and pick. I assured her I would be back ASAP.As I got a large towel full of ice and left the building again, I could hear sirens in the far distance. We were in a very busy area of the city, so I just hoped they were coming for her.When I got back to her, she was shivering. After I got the ice wrapped around her ankle, I ran to my pickup and got a moving blanket that I keep for ground cover for if I have a break down on the road. I covered her with the blanket and talked softly to her to calm her. In addition to painting, I have a fine meal of Thai take out prepared."They exchanged more pleasantries as Tom moved to the bathroom. He changed into his coveralls and came out."Well, we look like quit the pair don't we - I'm the bald guy from the American Gothic painting, and you're Daisy Duke", said Tom."We're painting - we don't have to look like fashion models", replied Gayle."Common, follow me", she said, gesturing as she turned towards the kitchen, "Watch your step."Tom followed her.