’ ‘Oh?’ ‘Yep!’ she told him, ‘They wanted to know all about you.’ ‘And?’ ‘Well… I don’t know that much about you, so I couldn�...�t tell them much, could I?’ ‘Is that what you told them?’ he felt gutted that he had warranted such little discussion. ‘No!’ she protested. Then she gave another little laugh, ‘I told them that you are gorgeous and that our hot date was indeed a hot date – which was what they mostly wanted to know.’ Another air punch and another silent, ‘Yesssss!’ ‘Really?’ his voice. It meant either some additional workload, him asking her to cover down for some additional duty or to work a stupid football game. Something usually not good.Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the. Norm Niven was the next thing to a hermit; over a period of several years, they'd gradually become aware of him living in an old hunting cabin on the far side of Turtle Hill when they'd made training runs out that way. Josh and Tiffany had helped him get started with a small team of castoff dogs, just so he could get into town once in a while. "He's not real crazy about people just dropping in on him," Josh reminded his sister."Shouldn't matter," Jackie said. "We had this set up last week, then. I felt her jerk next to me, heard her breathing in sharply. As her hands busied themselves on the keyboard of her phone, my right hand slid onto her knee, squeezed firmly, and began inching up the acres of bare flesh her lovely long legs possessed, whilst my hip rubbed against the outside of her thigh.Without so much as turning my head, my fingers traveled all the way up the inside of her warm toned thigh, nails lightly raking sensitive skin, until my knuckles nudged the bulge of her sex, the.