Go on in." I thanked her and knocked once on Margaret's door before opening it and going inside. She was sitting on the sofa sipping a coffee and flip...ing through the newest issue of Playgirl. She glanced up and smiled as I stepped into the office. She stood and we hugged, then she handed me the magazine."Look at the guy they chose for the centerfold this month, girl! He's to die for! Total babe and sex god! MMMMMM!!" she said, practically drooling all over my hand as she pointed him out to me.. "I don't know." So I guess they don't know you either, huh?" Mom said reasonably. "Maybe it works both ways, have you thought about that?" What, they want to see if they can trust me to trust them?" I narrowed my eyes, staring at Waldo. "Does that even make sense?" Makes sense to me, but you always were a little ... different," Mom pronounced, reminding me that I wasn't quite the daughter she'd envisioned. I was a little too sensitive for my own good, or so she liked to say."So you won't tell. Daddy looked at his two boys, who sat on the floor beside Melody’s chair. He nodded at Peter, then at Zack. Zack smiled back at him. The boys exchanged and glance and then looked up at Melody. Mischief again danced in their eyes. What were they up to?Daddy crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. He pulled out his pipe and lit it. He looked again at the boys. He drew a deep breath and then nodded to them.Before Melody knew what was happening, the boys were grabbed her. Each had a leg in. Jason walked to the black board and struggled with his composure, trying to correct the nouns, verbs and adjectives in relation to 18 th century France to satisfy his teacher. Facing the blackboard, he cleverly hid his hard-on from everyone in the classroom except Miss Davis. This for some reason, was exciting him further, instead of his cock softening, it was getting harder by the second. Seeing his dilemma, she said to him, “Jason, please stay at the board and try to figure out what is.