. As a contractor, I plow snow. Sometimes almost continuously for days and sometimes need a place to crash. My SIL's abode is conveniently located rig...t at the mid-point of my route and sometimes becomes my crash zone. Well, isn't that convenient???Our story starts slightly before the new year, snowing like crazy and unlikely to stop anytime soon. I roll through all my clients and call Mark to see if the room is available for a couple of hours. No answer......must be working. It is late and I. Gwen basically lived on a different planet than I did. Seniors didn't talk to freshman anyway and that girl had never talked to me even though we'd gone to the same schools forever. She only lived like two blocks away from me.Gwen just kinda sniffed at me."Hi," Cherry Jefferson smiled nervously, and she was a junior and a really pretty black girl.I didn't know Cherry at all, really. She'd transferred in when her family had moved to Seattle from Georgia or someplace. Alabama maybe? Wherever. She. Yes dont worry about it...ill take good care of Max, have a nice time...you too bye'' 'Take good care of Max indeed' Rachel thought 'O my god my heart feels like its going to explode, what if i get caught, what if I get some sort of disease which makes me have to come clean about the whole thing?'Rachel walked over to the chair and sat Down with her elbows on her knees and her head leaning against the wall. Max came over to her and lay down just in front of her. Rachel stared at him. She stared. You should have been taught better sense Gwyn I am going to let the hairbrush do the talking on your bare bottom.J broke of the conversation as Gwyn gasped, fluttered her hands at him angrily, then jumped up, “How dare you talk to me that way J”?Gwyn was red faced now “ You have no business!” I’m not a employee, to be called into the room for the way I choose to dress...”“No, you are not” J agreed. “Gwyn you are a 18 year old woman who is a bright educator.Who should know better than to act.