Besides that, there was the teachers' union to consider. Short of physically or sexually assaulting me, I thought there was little the school system c...uld or would do without a hassle. So I let it go.The last person I wanted involved in this was Suzette. I had been a source of contention between the two of them for months now and I didn't want to add to this division. And yet Suzette found out pretty quickly what was going on and had no compunction about confront me."What the hell's going on. Dave looked around and saw they were on his block already. “Oh sorry. It’s the big blue one,” he said, and pointed. John nodded, and pulled into the driveway. “Well, thanks for the ride.” “No problem,” John said smileing. “Anytime.” Dave smiled, started into John’s emerald-green eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then got out of the car. He started down the driveway, turned around, and waved to John who still hadn’t backed out. He got to his door, and tried the door knob. Locked, as it should. You have your directions.” Carla was stunned. She sat at the table, the receiver to her head. How long she sat there, she didn’t know, but she was brought out of her stupor by the insistent beep-beep-beep in her ear. She hung up the phone, and went into the kitchen. She picked up the timer and set it for fifteen minutes. Standing legs akimbo, she gently began rubbing circles on her clitoris. With her left hand, she grasped her left nipple between her thumb and bent forefinger. Rubbing a little. And both of them conveyed, in their own ways, that they were not at all pleased with the idea that he sleeps with the cheerleader candidates -- not at all happy!!!"What is going on," he asked himself, "that I meet a girl, admittedly quite young, who in the space of a month manages to shoot an arrow from Cupid's quiver, and, luckily for me, the arrow missed my heart but the flesh wound was close enough that she was able to reel me very close to her. When I finally threw off that arrow, yet.