” Anthony walked forward to give her a hug, but Maggie put out a hand to stop him. “Anthony, you're not my father. I've met him and you're definit...ly not him.” “You must be. Hannah and I dated twenty five years ago and we were going to run away together, but she never showed up the day I left, she must not have been able to get out of the house, or maybe she got too scared because of you.” Anthony attempted to explain, but it was too long of a story and he didn't have all the answers. “I know. So how about if you meet me outside the school grounds after school, then we can find out who the bigger man is here.” I taunted. I really hoped he took up the offer. I definitely didn’t want another suspension, which is what was most likely to happen if there was a fight. I didn’t doubt I could fight, and given my skill I have the better chance of winning. But one of the first things you learn in approaching a potential fight situation, is if you don’t know your opponent well, expect he might. It was time to think about moving on though that would mean a large step. I had met a few folks during my work at the client company but no one stood out.I was going to my sister's house and then home.Being a project manager, I decided to plan this. I had a car with a full gas tank, some clothes, about one hundred dollars in cash, and my credit cards. I had been watching television today and had heard the President's advisers talking about a three percent survival rate. That didn't look like. "You're fucking soaking mom." I said causing her to bring her head forward and open her eyes. "I know Jonathan. I'm embarrassed, but your big dick has made me so damn wet." She said almost tearfully. "You don't need to be mom. You have been neglected; you deserve to be satisfied as much as anyone else. Nobody will ever know." "I will know. I don't think I can live with the shame." She said, still not removing my fingers. "There's nothing to be ashamed of," I reassured. "Just enjoy yourself. Let.