We met almost three years ago, today. I remember meeting you at that bar---that lounge in the Indian place on High Street. I remember laughing, and ...miling, looking into your eyes, brushing your hand with mine. I remember thinking “I should lean in and kiss her, because I think that’s the only way she’ll let me touch her boobs in this restaurant”. I remember following you to your car and thinking, “I am going to fuck her later”. It was funny, because I had never met a girl and taken her. I shuddered for a moment, and with a great sigh, I entered her office. The secretary made sure that our secret meeting was kept confidential, as she rose from her desk and checked the hallway. The last thing I saw before I closed the door was her head peering down either side to see if the coast was clear. She turned back at me and nodded as I closed the door behind me.Mrs. Baker, our thirty-something vice principal was sitting in a comfy swivel chair as I entered. For a woman of power, she. Audrey, still embarassed and upset was not as eager for this introduction as Bonnie, so I understood why she was standing there with a frown."Audrey, meet David!" She gushed."Hi, David. I'm sorry for earlier, my sister-" Audrey said, receiving my handshake before getting cut off."No, this is Da-vid!" Bonnie said again, emphasizing my name."Yes, I know. You told me. What the hell is wrong with you?" Audrey asked in bewilderment over her sister's antics."Ugh!" Bonnie said in frustration, "David!. The silence usually made the perp uncomfortable. He could see a similar reaction in the back of her eyes. He read the next item and suddenly said, "Mrs. Hastings, I need answers to many questions. Those answers will decide how we proceed. Got it?"She nodded in the affirmative and a slight smile played at the corner of her mouth.She thinks she can talk her way out of this. Good! Not many can. No matter how smart they are, Brady mused."Now, Mrs. Hastings, let's discuss the night of your.