They would leave the street and enter a saner world. The world of a sound minded, serious mother who would have good advice and straighten these girls...out.Buffy only knew Alicia Penshaw from Dawn's stories and one or two parent meetings at school. She remembered a very conservatively clad woman of strict values and high morale.She certainly did not know the woman she met as soon as the door opened. She seemed to fill the entrance with flesh. Huge balloons of HH proportions rode high on her. He had big brown eyes that really started to twinkle. He was a partner in a big law firm in town. He told me he lived with his girlfriend of twenty-two years and that she also practiced law. He was married prior to that and had one son who was already married with a life of his own on the west coast. I realized that his son was about my age, and between that and his live-in girlfriend, I snapped out of my reverie and realized that I would behave, not necessarily by choice, but that I would. Now was the test of her strategy. There was no doubt that the ships would burn. The only question was ... what would happen to the wights when they did? Would they swim, contrary to expectation? Would they drown? Would they burn, too? So far, they tended to burn or drown, but what if they took up swimming? What could the Westerosi expect then?The jars soon struck the sails and hulls of the various ships of the Dead navy, and soon enough, everyone had their answer. As the fascinated brethren of. The class went by like a dream. Claire just couldn’t stop thinking about her teacher, completely forgetting about Scott! It was only as she left the classroom that she snapped back to reality. “Heeeey baby!” Scott wrapped himself around her and planted a long horny kiss on her lips. Claire kissed back hungrily, much to his delight. “Mmm, I want you so much! Bloody school... It’s so long until Saturday too.” She was pressing herself into him, not caring where they were. A light bulb went off.