"Hi. Got any coffee?"Jill blushed just a little as she said. "Hi yourself. I'll make a fresh pot."Eve watched Jill as she went about preparing the cof...ee pot noticing how the fabric of her dress kept clinging to the narrow passage between her ample butt cheeks. It was obvious that Jill wasn't wearing anything under her dress the way the material kept getting trapped between her cheeks. Eve sat at the table wondering if her friend's pussy was dripping under her dress.Eve had worried on the drive. I knew I was under intense stress and my emotions were just barely in check. And I’d snapped at Becky, who had come to me for help in a situation that I could barely fathom.“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I think you’re a very pretty girl, but I’m just so preoccupied that I’m not thinking about that. I really am sorry for snapping at you.”She reached over and squeezed my arm, then sat quietly for the rest of the ride home.September 26, 1981, West Monroe, OhioI didn’t see any. "I'd say the blame lies with you." Me?" she gasped with a short laugh as she drew herself up, "Aren't you my teacher?" she asked pointing in my general direction, "Those things we did. The way you moved me. The feelings you gave me. Those things came from you."I took a step towards her and she turned at the sound of crunching snow. "I guess some things just take a while to sink in," I sighed. She started to laugh again as she backed away and held up her hands to keep me playfully away, "Maybe. I saw someone shooting back at this shooter but that is all I know or saw.”“Kelly Ferguson is the name of the lady who you probably saved from an early grave. The bystander shot your shooter and killed him. Your shooter, a Bradly Konic was a man who couldn’t accept that Kelly didn’t want anything to do with him. He does have a history of mental illness as reported in your media.”“How bad was I hit?’“One in the shoulder and one in the chest. It was a small caliber bullet that was deflected by a.