Tami and Robbie must have arranged it with the coach when they talked to him about getting me back on the team.Friday was still peaceful. Not one teac...er threatened me, though Mr. Singara gave me a dirty look on general principal.That night Robbie and her dad, Tami, and I had dinner with the Bradleys.I'd talked to Mr. Bradley a little before the concert, but now I had a chance to get to know him. He had a crude sense of humor, and I learned several new dirty jokes that could come in handy for. I was smiling knowing how badly he wanted to fuck me. He came over for a kiss and I whispered to him to go to his car if he had one. He said no as he was a biker guy too. I told him what car I have and asked him to wait next to it. He left. James who was playing with this guy, I went behind him as James was bent over…felt his crotch and told him…baby stay here and play while I make David a happy man. I went out to find David standing next to my car. The parking area was quiet and relatively. Mrs. Monroe."My mother then looked at me, then at Sara, and then back at me. And asked,"Do you have any secrets from us now?"I just shook my head no."Peter. Are you sure?" Yes ma'am," I replied.My mother looked at Sara's mother, and said, "Already a lie." Mother!" What about Becka?"I looked at her in shock, buried my face in my hands, and thought, 'Oh God.She knows about Becka.'Then I looked at Sara, and she was just looking at my mother.Then Sara asked, "Mrs. Carter. You know about Becka?". " Ren? Gerard held up a hand,glancing momentarily behind him to lock the study door. "Or should thatbe Miss Fields?" His eyes glanced downwards to the French maid'suniform that tightly hugged Sam's feminine body, squeezing his breastsinto a firm, swollen cleavage."You... you know who I am?" Sam answered at last in his quivering Frenchaccent, a hand draped protectively across his neckline."I know many things." Gerard brushed lint from the arm of his jacket ashe stepped forwards. He was.