I'm a teacher after all," Jeff told, staying in character. "And you my dear said that you'd do anything to not fail my class." "But that was..." "Corr...ct, just in your perfect little asshole. I'm glad to see you're still paying attention Ms. Edison," Jeff responded. "Now do s I say and open that sharp-tongued mouth." "Jeff please, not that," she begged, her eyes like a puppy dog. "Okay how about this. You don't taste test your own butt then I'll go get the security and tell them I caught you. She didn’t actually know about my abilities, but she’d spent enough time with me to realize the girls, and I weren’t average students. I think she suspected there was more I was capable of that I didn’t show in school. Whether she chalked that up to laziness, or something deliberate, I couldn’t say. I did get the distinct impression that she was trying to learn more about me though.Every time I finished a test, she would just set another one down in front of me, until Alex showed up and told. Finally they asked . . . how much to go to the older ones suite and make myself available for the both of them.It was the point of no return and I had no idea, so I said $ 1000 and they readily took me up on it. Now I really don't get to make money for myself, and never money in that amount. I kept wondering how they'd freak out if they knew I was married (my rings were at the Jeweler being cleaned), a mom to 2, and was a suburban typical mom who would be at a PTA meeting the next evening. I. “Do you remember me Mr. Henderson?”“Yes. Did you find my wife?”“Mr. Henderson, I’m going to read you your rights again ok?” Without waiting for a response, he read me my Miranda rights. “Do you understand these rights sir?”“Yes of course; I’m an attorney.”“Do you wish to have an attorney present Mr. Henderson?”“No, I haven’t done anything wrong. But my wife...”“Please sign this counselor.” He handed me a statement that verified that I understood my rights and waived my right to an attorney..