"It could be worse," he'd said. "Imagine if she got married to someone else with a hyphenated name? I mean, how'd you like to have to deal with, oh, L...ngenderfer-McMahon-Caserowski-Clark?"For that matter, if you were going to put the kid into alphabetical order for some reason or another, like in a grade book, where did you put her? Under "L", or "M", or maybe "Mc?" If you chose the last, did the "Mc" go ahead of or after the "M"s?She'd had Tiffany in the classroom for seven months now, and. It was Alain, as she had expected. He looked sheepish but concerned.“Are you guys OK? Dave looked really angry with you when you left.”Trish held her finger to her lips, to quieten him, “Yes, we’re good, but I haven’t had a chance to ask him what we talked about.” Thinking ‘well I have tried, but don’t know how to broach the subject’.Alain turned away, “I’ll go then, I was just worried for you.”Trish stepped outside, pulling the door almost shut behind her. She stopped him by taking his arm. Bringing a hand around, he stroked my aching dick. I had trouble catching my breath as he probed my hole. As I hung my head, I watched him as he stroked my dick and pre-cum ran out and dripped on his stomach. Turning me around I moaned as he pushed a finger in me. My heart pounded and I couldn't believe it felt like my dick was getting harder. Pushing his finger in me to the second knuckle, he held our dicks together. Our pre-cum mixed as he moved his hand up and down. My head felt like it was. Tell him it was his wife that he met at the club. Maybe he could explain that he was really looking out for him once he realized it was his wife.Jerome would have the remainder of the weekend to figure out a way to tell Hank that it was Danielle whom he met at the club.Jerome was seated at his desk Monday morning when Hank walked into his office."Hey, Jerome. How did you make out with that blonde at the club Friday night?" Uh, yeah man. Everything worked out well. Um... Listen. Hank, you got a.