"Hi, Tommy," Fred greeted him warmly."Hi, Fred, how's it going?" Tommy replied as he closed the door and double-checked to see if it was locked from t...e outside. He didn't want any of the kids he taught to come in and surprise them in conversation. The rest of the teaching staff was gone for the day and he was pretty sure they would be alone, but he still felt a little uneasy.As an extra precaution, Tommy closed the door to his inner office before seating himself behind his desk. Fred Furness. ”“And tell them what?”“George is a pervert. She reads porn in the bath.”“Erotica.”“Whatever.”“And tries, largely unsuccessfully, to masturbate.”“What?”“Well, I needed two hands, see, and I needed one for the tablet.”“You amaze me.”“What, my lack of dexterity?”“No, your big mouth.”“You love my mouth.”“I do.”“Read. What’s the next one?”“Er ... Just read it out?”“Title and author first, of course.”“Okay, this is Fingersmith, by...”“Sarah Waters. I’ve read that. Go, go.”“Where are your lips,” I. They pull up on the guy's ass and wonder why he notices them so easily.I get in another lane, four cars back, and play "guy driving home," while I keep an eye on the Mercedes.He's good about using turn signals, which makes my job a lot easier. Pretty soon, he is driving in a residential section, me lazing about a half block behind.He pulls into a driveway. I go past, turning around at the next corner and passing just as a woman opens the door for him.I don't get a real good look, but what I see. Frank was married and had a few kids, but Ryan still lived with all of them. Ryan had almost married a girl right after high school, but something came up and they called it off at the last minute. She had gotten married to someone else a few months later, and Ryan had stayed single ever since.We were sitting in the diner finishing off a big breakfast and Billy was telling me that he'd prefer to be the one that took Frank on if it was all the same to me. "He's the kind of guy I just can't stand.