‘Ms. Kent, we would rather you come here and we can talk. It is a serious matter,’ said the Principal. ‘I am on my way there.’ Elle said and t...en stowed the phone in her pocket. ‘Paul, I am going to Ronnie’s school. Something has come up. I’ll see if I can drop in later. I don’t know what’s going on’ she said to the storekeeper-in-charge. ‘Sure Elle, take all the time you need and call if I can be any help.’ Paul gave her a small smile. ‘Thanks. I will.’ She rushed out of the Albertsons. She was having a ball eating the pizza. She was using her tongue a lot and licking the pizza oil from her lips and pulling the cheese till it snapped off and she'd use her tongue to roll it up to her mouth. She was definitely driving the boys and me crazy.Marla looked over at me in the phone both and knew I was playing with my cock; she could see my rhythmic motions and gave me a, "Thanks a lot look," at first. But, I couldn't help myself it was SO intense.Then she settled in and figured she'd. I couldn't wait to get through my classes and rush back to the roomto work on spit shining my boots. However, I found the going pretty slow asboots have about four times more surface to cover than shoes. But it wasfun for me, because I really was not spit-shining my boots, I was lickshining them. I had discovered a few months before that I could get abrighter shine by running my tongue over the smooth leather surface. Soafter applying the wax, I would lovingly lick the boot and then rub. Eddie had been about to drive off from the Main Street of Mossberg. Wes obviously wanted to speak.Eddie: What?Wes: You are the boss, but you know if that Brit guy was an operative for the Swamp, he could be dangerous.Eddie: He's a bar owner. He isn't looking for any trouble. He just wanted to scare those kids off, I hope.Wes: Well it's done and we couldn't drive there in time to cover his ass anyway. God knows that May won't be any help if he gets in trouble. Let's hope if he does, it's just a.