Now, she had the all business bearing of an executive assistantor a senior executive. It was uncomfortably similar to the changes shehad seen in her f...ther when he was in the office and in meetings.And it reminded Rose of who she was. She was a barely teenaged girl,whose talent for languages and budding sexuality had just helped destroya man. He was an embezzler, a pervert, and probably worse, but he was aperson. And an adult, something a part of her saw as important. She hadbeen acting like a. I knew these things were fast, but this must have been jet boosted or something because we were going so fast everything was just a blur outside. We landed in a clearing that was marked with flares and the pilot shut it down saying they would be right here if they were needed. He handed us a set of ear buds and said we would be in direct contact with them at all times.I was still clipping the unit to my belt when a State Trooper unit pulled up and the driver motioned for us to get in. When we. With the last two years that I've had, so would you. My husband, Dr. Frederick Harmon, dear man, was a full professor at state, when he was killed in an auto accident. Yes, I make good money from my position as principal at Armstrong High School. I have a son, Jimmy, who just started college. Thankfully, his tuition is free.Jimmy is a source of some concern for me now. He is a very bright, naïve, frail boy who stands just five feet, five inches. On his own, he would never get into trouble.. ”“Fine!” conceded Scott, “so what’s so special about ... her? She must be so hot, I bet most other men would imagine all sorts of things about her hehehehe”.“No!” I was surprised at how quickly I responded to that, “well, to me she’s so gorgeous but to other men in the bus, they don’t even turn their fuckin heads, not even when she wears those torn pants in summer.”“Torn pants?!” exclaimed Scott, “how torn? Why torn? How much skin do you see? Man, I want to ride that bus!” Scott was clearly.