Callahan?”SHIT!“I ... uhm ... I wouldn’t know Coach.” Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!“I see...” Coach leaned back in her chair. “You...wouldn’t happen to have any ESP powers or anything like that? From what I heard of the class, they didn’t see who the girl was, just fuzzy, but it seems only Bill and I could see who the girl that was blowing Mr. Callahan, the only ones who know you.”Double crap! What could I say? What can I do. Stall? Yeah, stalling could work, wait, no she sees me every. She's called over there... what? Twice?" Three times."She went over to the phone and dialed. She waited a minute, then said, "Charlie, it's me. Call me as soon as you get in. Please. I'm really starting to get worried." She hung up the phone and came back to the table."Mary, Charlie isn't like that. Something really important had to come up or he would have called you if he couldn't make it. Are you sure he didn't leave a message?" Do I look stupid?"June said, "Mary. She's only trying to help.". "So you looked around, dropped your panties, and stepped over the basil?" Clarissa wanted more details."At first, I wanted to go on the tomatoes. But I couldn't quite figure out how to straddle them." Amanda giggled, pulling a tissue from her bag and wiping her trimmed vulva. "You'd certainly know how to get around that problem today." Her friend commented as Amanda threw the used tissue behind her and straightened herself.Clarissa loved this moment: she was still squatting low on the ground,. “Would someone mind explaining to me who this artist is and why you are so excited about her work?” asked Edward Davis. “I admit her paintings are beautiful, but so are these others on the wall.”“Daddy!” exclaimed Taylor, “that’s because all of these paintings are by the same artist, Freeman-Harper. Her style is to watercolor painting as Iris Scott’s work is to finger painting.”“And who is Iris Scott?” Edward asked.“Seriously Eddie,’ Sandra said, “we have two Iris Scott reproductions in our own.