Or maybe, she just isn’t your type.”“She is though ... I think,” the outwardly confident yet inwardly shy teen spoke in a hushed tone, finally...breaking his silence.“You just playin hard to get?” Dillon quizzed with a screwed up face.“I have no idea what to do, or say ... or even if I have a type. All that I do know is that I freeze up whenever I wanna flirt back. In the past when I’ve tried I sounded like an idiot. So I just ignore it and change the subject.”“Dude!” Dillon was gobsmacked. “All. He didn’t want to fight with Reagan anymore. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He just needed her to understand that his job is really important to him right now. He sighed and then worked up his courage to get out of the car and walked to the front door. As he stepped into the house, he noticed how dark and still it was, like it was deserted. All the pricey knick-knacks were just items to fill the empty home. He walked to the bedroom that he shared with Reagan. When he opened the door. " Yah think so?" Helen was perhaps not privy to Cindy's scholastic abilities, having only seen her at the pool and bouncing in and out of the office over the summer.Cindy was smiling. She should be smiling. I was complimenting her. "Yeah. I KNOW so. So far, it's been a good thing because Cindy's mom wasn't real big on education, so all by herself, Cindy's been able to stay at grade level, all without help, and apparently without trying very hard." I winked at Cindy.Helen popped, "It's a wonder. Her only consolation was that his relentless cock was probably making her replacement's fanny a lot looser than the poor girl had ever anticipated.The shower was refreshing and her eyes were finally open all the way at last. She was used to giving her slit a little workout in the morning but she had no motivation this morning because she was behind schedule. It would have to wait until circumstances were more conducive to playful focus.Chrissy hesitated before putting on the flimsy thong that.