"This is Steven Hallows, am I wrong?" she asked.Misha seemed to be ready to attack me, but I collected myself. "No, am-I am Dean Collins. Wrongly accu...ed."The old woman did not seem phased by my claim. "Tell me Dean. Defendyour name."I turned to look at Misha, but she merely held onto her bucket with aniron grip. "Steven Hallows somehow looks like me. Getting me accused ofactions. Was looking into him, bought his house. Old victims come by,get information from them."Misha threw her bucket.. This was a very progressive school district which had fierce policies about inclusiveness. The fact that Veronica was Latino or Cindy was black, April was Asian, or Claire was white, simply wasn't mentioned and actually hardly noticed anymore. In the same vein, all the students knew you didn't discriminate based on someone's sexual orientation or religion, handicap, or any other reason that would mark them as different.Two boys, at thirteen still unsure of their own sexuality, teased Veronica. I could not see and once the car stopped I wondered where we were. Didn't seem or feel or smell like home, so must be another public venue. He opened my door and led me into a crowded pub swiftly walking to a private booth. He ordered something from a waiter which I could not quite tell what he said due to the loud voices, loud music volume and my ears being muffled by the leather head apparatus. I composed myself as well as possible attempting to relax. The order arrived and next thing I knew. With the constant attempts to jostle us away from our popular positions, my cunning cutie had procured for us, I feared that my erection would spring free and become exposed, even though Jill had ensured that it was kept out of sight. Yet anxiously I gripped Jill's waist hard and unflinchingly. The firmness of my grasp provoked her to buckle and melt in my arms, she purred against me, her scent filling my aura and intoxicating my wits, and I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the.