What else do you think it could be?" I guess he had a point. "Tomorrow in class keep checking to see if they are checking you out, or more importantly...staring at your boobs" he suggested. The next day at school, I did as my husband said and did notice that they would keep glancing at me but couldn't tell if their stares were directed at my chest or not. When I told my husband that he was right he just laughed. Then after a while he said "You should wear something that shows them off" waving his. They asked, "Is Kimberly Adams here please?"I was immediately filled with a nervous feeling that something was seriously wrong. Had word of our sexual indiscretions gotten out to the wrong people? There were definitely dark clouds on the horizon for us I was sure. Incest was not only illegal but deeply frowned on by society in general. I was slightly relieved when it occurred to me that Kim was not related to me. I told them that Kim was in the kitchen and to come in. Kim heard the conversation. She curled more tightly into a small comfortable safe little ball, like a warm fetus she tried to huddle into the tiniest of spaces. Her back really hurt. She didn’t care. She wanted to go back to sleep but couldn’t. That aroma, that scent, it was like Old Spice, a man’s after shave. Paul had come into her small room back where she used to stay, back at John’s. He’d wrapped her in a blanket and carried her away. She remembered how she’d clung to him. She’d wrapped her arms tightly around his. Oh this is Tom, he's a good friend of mine, I really hope you didn't mind me bringing him." Oh no I don't mind at all." I lied.At worst I thought 'Oh well, I wasted my Friday night, but there's still tomorrow for me to get fucked before the weekends over', I decided just to go along with it, go grab a coffee with them, then make up some excuse to cancel the movie. I would've just made an excuse to call the whole thing off then and there but I didn't want to seem too rude.I'll skip the boring.