And I want to wake up with him clinging to me and wrapped in my arms. Or the other way around.I don't seem to care when it comes to him.The loud and a...noying sound of the schoolbell swooped me right out of my train of alluring thoughts.Thank god that was over. I fucking hate Math class.I grabbed my school stuff and took my homework from Mr. Anderson who ironically, is actually a really good and fun teacher. He's about sixty years old, but he knows how to talk to us.I just have a fierce dislike. We can look for it after school or something?”Kristin shook her head. “Maybe it’s a malfunction. I’ll figure it out after school.”Except it was getting worse.She had been given a reprieve for about an hour after the initial contact. Lunch was free for the most part until she was putting her tray away and felt a thick finger push inside her. The feeling nearly made her jump, but she managed to keep it together. Then she had to maintain that calm as another finger inserted itself and began to. Should I just ask her?I formed the words in my head. ‘Aunt Betty, would you like me to finger your vagina?’I decided against that. Nothing sounded right, I knew that women liked romance, but could not think of a romantic way of phrasing this.Action. That’s what was needed, actions speak louder than words.As I deliberated on what to do, aunt Betty stood up. She walked over to the fireplace and leaned on the mantelpiece. I saw that her feet were spaced quite far apart. Aunt Betty was. .. his baby, sucked noisily at her breast in the seat next to him. She had insisted her baby have an American name, and they had decided on Thomas. He had to admit that he loved both Svetlana and Thomas.The problem was, he already had a family, and he loved them too. Part of him couldn't wait to see Val, tall, slim, regal, just beautiful. And the mother of two children he loved as well.But Val didn't know about Thomas, or Svetlana for that matter. It was going to be interesting when they met.