I tried to call her mom and her sisters, but got no answers from either of them. I left a message on their voice mail.The kids and I walked into the e...ergency waiting room. We went up to talk with the nurse on duty."We are here with Joyce Jones. She was just brought in by an ambulance. I have her driver's license, and insurance card," I said, as I handed her both cards."Are you her husband?" No, I am a friend, these are her children. I did call her mother and left her a message about what. She had the sheets pulled up just barely covering her breasts and I was sure that she didn't have anything on under those sheets."Sarah, what's going on?"I think she moved and made the sheet drop away from her breasts on purpose, "We have to get a few things straight. Now that I'm eighteen I'm an adult; actually I've been past the age of consent for two years now. I'm still going to go to high school but we'll just keep my real age a secret from them because I want to go to college. I'm going. You wanted us to take the next steps.” He paused while watching me. I remembered those words well. There were more as I recalled. Then, as if reading my thoughts, “You also talked about the slut truly being there. It was confusing at first, but you said she was taking over and she wanted to be used.”“I remember, Sir. You understand, don’t you?”“It was confusing at first. Then I understood. The slut we were grooming within you, the slut we thought was there finally arrived at that. “I let Ms. Harris in before I went to get coffee,” Linda said as she hurried after me.“Ms... ?” I turned to enter my office and saw my friend sitting at the desk normally occupied by my TA. “Abigail?”“Terry! Or do you go by Professor Reichert here? Oh, thank you, Linda.” My TA handed a cup of coffee to Abby.“Isn’t it cool, Terry?” Linda asked. “Ms. Harris is teaching two of the classes Jon would normally teach. I’m covering both of you as TA since she’s not going to be here enough to have a TA.