Tasha's Mother sat at the table opposite her. Dirty plates in front of them as if they had just finished a meal."Tasha, I am tired of having to hear f...om your teachers about your behavior! I have enough to deal with at work. Can you just manage to be a civilized person for more than one day?" She twisted the napkin around her hand."I don't care what those teachers say! They're all a bunch of boneheads anyway. I hate that school, I hate those people and I hate this house!" Tasha pushed herself. ’ I started at this new information. I don’t remember hearing about this. Before I could question them further, my mother and father were already out of the door.Nervousness twisted my insides. It was almost six now, I can’t go over there! Alongside my anxiety, however, grew a sense of excitement. What would he do? What did he want? A new found curiosity overtook my fear. I wanted him to touch me again.~O~I stood at Damien’s door working up the courage to press the. With her nipples aroused, he moved again to her slit, wetting two fingers in her vaginal opening, then rubbing up and down through the length of the cleft. “I could sit in your lap.” She suggested. “We could reach better.” He didn’t agree with that. She would be in his way then, but the idea of the young girl on his knee was too good to pass up. “Uhhh… okay” His lack of verbosity was becoming a theme, now.He leaned back with his hands behind to steady himself, both legs straight out front.. ’ She sits back in her chair, staring at me, sizing either me or her thoughts up. She leans forward and I know it’s me she’s going after. ‘Why is it not possible that he really c – sorry – really fucking cares?’ I stare at her. ‘He’s got more numbers in his bank account than I do in my social security number,’ I chuckle out, taking another gulp, ‘and by numbers I mean actual digits, first of all, that’s first of all…’ I pour myself more wine. ‘Second of all, I’ve heard rumors that he’s up for.