And in the end, I discovered that I was happier with her – even if I wasn't sure I trusted her – than I was without her." I see." I could never be...happy if I didn't trust him."And," he hesitated. "And I might not have been as honest with her as I should have. She said that she couldn't have betrayed me because I never trusted her in the first place. In order for her to be faithful, I must have faith." And you believed that?" I scoffed.He chuckled. "I have less than twelve hours to figure that. .. he had wanted to wrap his skinny frame in her soft curves since the first day he saw her. The response thinking about her in such detail elicted in his cock just fueled his anger more... he could hear her husky-sweet voice telling him where to meet her... 'fucking bitch... lying, snobby whore... this isn't fucking highschool!' he thought, fuming over her adolescent and selfish behavior. Well, she was going to learn tonight that she wasn't the fucking prom queen anymore... he would make sure. Oh my, it’s fun hearing about you guys with a slut mother and sucking her boobs and her stroking your cocks. What happened next?”Josh was obviously pleased that I was so receptive to his story and he continued saying, “Wow Mom, I was hoping that you wouldn’t be mad. Instead you seem to be almost supportive of my having sex with one of the mothers. But I’ve got a lot of work to do and don’t want to drag this story out too long. So here’s the short version. We got back under the blanket with. She had posted it before the phone call and said much the same thing. She added that I should know that this was where she was assessed for her competence to teach: it was make or break, pass or fail. She said I would just have to be patient for a little longer. She would phone me at 7.30 on Friday to ‘talk about it.’I sent a letter by return, stating I understood, but it did not make it any easier. It did not help that her letters had dried up as well. I told her I could understand that, it.