Now be a good girl and keep it going just as you are; I'm nearly there."She intensified her motion, my hips following suit."Sam", I said, my breathing...becoming more pronounced, "look me in the eye baby."I hadn't said this as advice. It wasn't for her benefit. It just came out that way. This was for me. Now. Here.Her innocent eyes looked up into mine and she rolled them sensually, clearly now caught up in the moment. This was it, I was going to come. In an instant, my eyes saw again the young. An old battleaxe for sure but well respected in the community. Charlotte had been in her office when Robert knocked on her door, and she knew he was due to be disciplined for being rude. In fact he was the third of four students being disciplined that afternoon. She watched him enter the Principal’s Study, looking pensive although he had been disciplined several times before so knew what to expect. Charlotte heard through the door the whoosh of the cane, six times she counted, then heard Mrs.. When they passed the music instrument vendor the man smiled fondly at Laurel remembering the harp and flute she had won in a singing contest with his wife, he smiled at Zara his eyes gleaming "do you play the harp too?" Zara shook her head "no only mama can play the harp that makes the angels sing and cry with envy" the man surprised, chuckled "do you have a lute also?" Zara shook her head again "the lute is something special for my mama" the man's eyes lit up "then I have something that might. I looked at mom, who was looking back at me, then I looked at Rita, who was looking at mom, then I looked back at mom, who was now looking at Rita, then looked at Rita who was then looking back at mom, and I went back to Rita one more time, who was now looking at me, then we all looked at dad, who was looking at all of us. “What a bunch of weirdos,” he said as he got up to put his plate in the sink. If only he knew how “weird” we really were. “Oh yeah dad can you take me to take my drivers test.