“Why did you do that?” he growled, leaning forward, his face inches from mine. “Do what?” I asked with feigned innocence. “Don’t play with...me. I asked around about you. I thought you were a college slut that had needed a good fucking. The only problem was you didn’t quite fit the description,” he hissed, his face millimeters away from mine. With each word his chest brushed against mine, sending shivers of pleasure through my nipples and breasts. I was possessed with desire. The desire to trace. We may be good… but no one else is the Iron Crowbar…’ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When they got back to PCpt. Briscoe’s office, a patrolman hurried up to her. ‘Ma’am,’ he said, ‘Mrs. Veasley asked to see you when you were finished here. I don’t know how she knew you were here…’ ‘She’s good.’ said Cindy with a smile. She went to the lobby. ‘Hello, Mrs. Veasley.’ ‘Ah, hello Child.’ said Mrs. Veasley, turning her wheelchair from the window to face Cindy. ‘I need to have a moment of conversation. I bowed and left his office and after saying ‘goodbye’ to Mitsuko, Kara and I walked home.“Have fun doing your pushups, Honey?” I teased.“Have fun pinning the beautiful Japanese girl to the mat?” Kara giggled. “And experiencing her new technique?”“I’m not the one who got in trouble! She asked me to have lunch with her and her little sister when I judge the competition over Labor Day weekend. I told her I had to ask. I didn’t say it to her, but she’s still on the ‘off limits’ list.”“I think you. Phillips."Yes," said Mrs. Phillips, overhearing the questions, "It's a boy, we think." The audience laughed. "And the sandals are very practical — my ankles have been swelling and the sandals allow for that."One of the teachers stuck up her hand. "You must be saving a fortune on maternity wear!" More laughter, as Mrs. Phillips nodded and grinned."How about the Grade 5 and 6 classes? How are they handling puberty issues?" A lot of them have older siblings, and see the changes they're about to go.