”“The new dean of students is a woman,” Hailey noted. The woman had spoken to the Beta Club a month earlier.“Yeah, because my dad got an offer...from Georgetown and left Heilman high and dry,” Jeff said angrily.“After you decided to come here,” Bob finished.“Oh, I was coming here either way,” Jeff said. “It’s complicated. Mom and Dad divorced when I was four. I lived with my mom. She got a promotion at work and she moved to West Littlefield. I didn’t want to be across the country. Maybe you think. Dad could easily see the concern on mom’s face and told her to take it easy while he spoke to both of us telling to be watchful. Dad told us keh hum ab kids nahi thay and we had to be behaving like grownups. Dad ne humein paisay bhi diye takeh hum cooking kernay ki bajaaye food deliver kerwa sakein.Mujhay apnay ears par yaqeen nahi aa raha tha when they told us of their return by late Sunday night. Mein es baat se worried ya concerned nahi tha keh aaj se pehlay voh kabhi es tarah emergency mein. For a moment, he back away, one arm around my neck as he sunk lower behind me. He was stumbling slightly now as he dropped down. Soon I realised why. He grabbed one of my bound hands & wrapped my fingers around his denim-covered penis. He made efforts to rub against me, hoping I would respond but my reaction was to squeeze. At first he found pleasure but as he slid his man-hood through my fingers to its swollen tip I pinched HARD! As it “pinged” though my grasp, he let out a shriek. A hand. 45 pistol at them.In two steps I reached the bedroom door, and in one move kicked it open. Ann and my Dad were cowering against the far wall."Randal wait!" Ann pleaded."Son you don't understand..." my Dad started, his forehead bleeding from the encounter with the Playskool desk.I racked the slide on the .45 pistol and pointed it at my Dad. I heard a noise and looked down to see him pissing on himself."NO! Randal! NO!" screamed Ann.I whipped the gun in her direction, then in my father's.