Better than nothing, she’d thought angrily, as dozens of heads swiveled to gawk at her while she strutted to her locker, at least they’re paying a...tention to me ... Jack barely even looks at me lately... She’d given a flirtatious wink to a pimple-faced freshman boy, whose eyes practically fell out of his skull ... and fought the urge to lift up her skirt and show him and the rest of the school that she wasn’t wearing any panties.There were still limits to what Emily could do in school, after. A few months ago, I was heavily involved with a woman who came with a daughter and we became close. Sadly, it didn’t work out.”I showed him a picture of Katie and I together. He looked at it closely. “A beautiful child. She looks oddly familiar somehow, a lot like the child of a friend. Speaking of my friend, she’s here, taking a break from her schedule, resting for a couple of days before returning to her daughter. To be honest, she’s hiding from an ex-boyfriend. She’s to meet him soon and is. Keep me posted.Mother DebbieChapter 3Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another addition of my Internet column for those of you who need the kind of advice I offer. Some months ago I got a letter from "Sherry's Mom" who was having trouble getting her daughter to cuckold her wimp husband and get pregnant because of the influence of her goody-goody little sister, Joyce. I had some ideas about to deal with Joyce that worked out very well. Now I am happy to share. I am already picturing the fantasy forming in my head and John is a part of it, watching his girlfriend and her piano teacher losing themselves against the side of the piano. Moans filling the air. I feel my own breasts pressing against Tess' shoulder as I lean forward and help re-direct her fingers.When she turns to look at me, smiling, I have this idea that she is about to kiss me. I forget the John is there. If she had, it would have happened. Is she had pressed her lips to mine in that.