I asked dad “Why are you silent? Did you start thinking again of my marriage? “ . Dad said “yes , I would think, people around us started making...comment if even they knew the situation. I invested so much on your sister marriage. At least I need some time.Your mother even did not understand and did the things carelessly.” I sat near to dad and placed my hand on his shoulder “What you did I know that. You do not bother about others. Until I question anything on this to you, you need to be. Some girls don't like that word. Rachel hated it when I said snatch, so I did it just to pull her chain sometimes. I thought it was nasty sexy, you know? Like I'd tell Scott to fuck my snatch, or cream my cunt. That was another good word. Cunt. I definitely had a cunt, not a vagina. That was a word I hated. It sounded so ... Prissy. Like old women and nuns have vaginas, hot little cheerleaders have cunts. I had a cunt.Rachel called hers Dorothy, which was sort of a secret, but everyone knew it. While she isn't as unintimidating as her co-worker Roya, she made a horrible first impression her first day on the job, getting tripped by a student, falling onto her face and ripping her jeans, revealing pink "Princess" panties. Courtney tries, and sometimes succeeds to get her classroom under control, but most often finds herself bent over her own desk, being spanked with her own belt. Her breasts are sizeably larger than average, and her round bubble butt makes her a student-favorite for. The pushback from the general public was well covered by the fickle media which suddenly pivoted from blaming the cops for everything from blackouts to enforcement of collecting the fares on the mass transit system to praising them for reach-outs to the local populace using things like the Police Athletic League to win the hearts and minds of younger residents.There was a bitter taste in my mouth about this far too late to matter change in the press attitude to law enforcement in my mind..