I had to jerk off twice that evening.After the exams, the only time I got enough courage to compliment her was when I went to get my college leaving c...rtificate. My eyes were searching for Shriya. I knew that the chances of her being present on that day were slim since she wasn’t an actual teacher.I was going home when I saw her in the corridor, and my heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t in her usual salwar kameez and lab coat but a brown saree. The cotton saree was tightly wrapped on her body and. " I said glancing at Claire.Lucy's eyes flickered in the direction I was looking then came back to me, she sighed then smiled."Gordon's taking Claire to Ascot tomorrow," Lucy said with a hint of annoyance in her voice, "would you like to come over and keep me company?" I'd love to." I replied, as I wondered why Claire hadn't mentioned it to me."It's a date then." Lucy smiled almost sadly, "I'll see you at ten or will that be too early." Ten is fine," I replied, "put some wine on ice and we'll. Amy strutted toward the bar with purpose, her heart was pounding in anger as she walked straight to the big black guy leaning against the bar. ?Buy me a drink.? Amy’s voice cracked slightly as she stood in front of the impassive monster. Without speaking the guy with the massive dick nodded at the bartender and almost instantly he had a glass in his hand. Amy grabbed it and downed it in one gulp. ?What’s your name?? The alcohol hit her immediately and Amy stared up at the. . mister Smith, and that didn't make any sense at all. A new thought bloomed in Debbie's mind. She didn't remember her father, because she had just been a toddler when he was killed. And, while she didn't remember any men in her home life, there had been a period of a few years when, if there WERE a man in the house, she might not have remembered it. Could mister Smith be a man her mother fell in love with AFTER her father was killed?In typical teenage fashion, instead of answering her mother's.