I’m Mr Randell, substituting for Mr Kafkasian.” I was mildly annoyed that Cayenne hadn’t warned the limo company when she’d given them my addr...ss.“Do you have the prom package receipt?”“No. My partner, Miss Proctor, has it.”Fortunately the chauffeur took my word for it and didn’t kick up a fuss. He even opened the passenger door for me and waited until I was seated and belted before closing it.The chauffeur pulled away and I was impressed with the limo’s smooth ride: I felt I could hold a full. I wanted absolutely nothing do with this. I wasn’t much of a drinker and I needed to have a clear cool head so I had just a small shot from a bottle of Southern Comfort that Cynthia kept in the pantry. She drank a good bit on occasion and this was one of her favorite drinks. I didn’t care for the stuff myself and thought it tasted like medicine, but her talk of poison had already unnerved me, and other than tap water, her bourbon bottle was the only thing I could assume was safe to drink.. “I don’t know”, I said, ”I want to. I want to a lot but I am afraid.”“Are you afraid of the size? Cause I have a big cock? Or are you afraid I will tell someone? I know you like my cock because you keep looking at it and I know you want to touch it.”“I am not queer”, I said with indignation. “I am afraid you will think of me as a queer if I let you do that to me. I like girls, I love girls and I want to marry a girl some day. I am not a fucking queer. If I do it, it’s only because it’s you and. Darwell, my question to you is why are you helping a known bully spread his reputation, by slanting the evidence in his favor?’ I began sending strong feelings of embarrassment toward Mr. Darwell to really sink in the facts I had uncovered. It seemed to be working. The principal was dumfounded. He said meekly ‘b…but how do you know all of this?’ ‘I’m a lawyer, its my job to know what the truth is!’ The color drained from Mr. Darwell’s face. As much as the revelation that I was a lawyer as from.