We sat next to each other at the table so we both faced the nicest view of the woods. She got touchy as we talked, putting her hand on my arm and even...my thigh from time to time. Her demeanor was quite animated. She was a great conversationalist and had many stories to tell. I have a medical background so nursing “adventures” could be appreciated.We repeated our lunch get-togethers a couple of times a week. I hosted sometimes too. We were becoming friends and very comfortable around each. I was stunned. Just a couple of hours earlier, I had been scared to death while doing the most intimate, personal and immoral things to my teenage step-daughter, and now, here I was, getting turned on staring at her.She looked at me, and said, "Can we talk?" Sure," I responded. "Come on in and sit down."Karly came in and sat on the bed. And for the next hour or so, we talked. Very personally, very intimately, and very detailed about our activities over the last couple of months. Discussing. Jordynn may have been a cut-rate bitch growing up, but under Sandy’s hand, she was fast turning into a total submissive. Jordynn seemed to almost be returning the kiss now. As Sandy kissed her, she was moving her head a bit, and they were both groping each other’s breasts. Jordynn was tensing/relaxing her hips to Sandy’s hand movement between her legs. Was she ‘humping’ Sandy’s thigh? Far from using force, Sandy was turning this former Bully into putty, using an intimidation only she. And then the bell finally rang.***He decided he wouldn’t want to appear too on time, that would make it seem like he was eager. On the other hand, too long and she might change out of her school uniform, and that would be equally awful.He sat in the car, deliberating about the emphasis she used on her words when she asked him to home tutor her. Did she say ”I need some HELP” or ”I need some help”? Every little sign mattered. Was she inferring what he thought she was? And would her mum get home.