Second, All people in this story who get a little naughty are at least 18. Have fun and enjoy! ***** I sat in my chair, while my students occupied the...selves with idle conversation. The school day was finally winding to a close, and my only thoughts were of Lyla. I could spend hours just thinking of her, and the way she made my head spin. To think a few years ago I was a dorky kid sitting in these desks fantasizing about her, and now those daydreams have become reality. My reminiscing was. She was facing me and Sam was on his side, his back to me.She gazed down at Sam and said, ”I suppose other girls let you feel them up?"He chuckled and bragged, “Yeah, a few."“Who?” she asked sweetly. "I better not tell." I won't tell anybody you told me."“Well,” he said, as if reluctant. But I knew him. He’d want to boast. Then he proved me correct. “Okay, but no telling.” After Betty nodded, he declared, “Isabel. She not only lets me feel her up but we've done it several times." Oh sure, but. A real, shit-eating, happier than ever grin. ‘I’m happy, Kendall.’ Damn. The bitch made him happy. Well, good then. ‘Good. I love you.’ ‘You too.’ She was left standing alone when Kyle was swept up by other well-wishers. She stared at her brother’s retreating back, wondering how her life had changed so much in such a short time. Three months ago she had just moved back in with Kyle, was supposed to work at his firm and was single. Now, Kyle was married and expecting a baby, she had a job she. Of Winter“What the fuck?” I blinked. Did Hosannah send me the text? She knew how to do all that technology crap.I opened the next one.You really shouldn't ignore your phone, Becca Brittney. I am so eager for this. I'm hard and aching. Check your messages. You don't want to miss out on this opportunity!“Opportunity?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. I glanced over my shoulder, Hosannah working on the computer built into the news van's control console. What was she up to?I get that you're a horny.