He was the principal at the high school I was then attending. His slapping me was highly illegal. I could have had his job if I'd reported him to the ...chool board. I could have sued him for everything he had, if I'd been so inclined. I didn't report him though, and didn't file suit against him either. Valerie Poindexter, his daughter, was one of my girls, my sometimes lover, the girl I'd just learned was supposedly carrying my unborn child.Not an ideal way to find out you were soon to become a. "The numbers are identical, all right", she said. "Wait a minute; how did you buy a ticket at your age?" she asked. I told her about finding the dollar, and buying the ticket on a lark. "They'll never give you the money, since you're not of legal age", she said. "I've already thought of that", I said. "You can claim it as if you'd bought it". She went over to the phone, and called someone. "Jim", she said. "Beth Andrews. Sorry to interrupt your Sunday morning, but we have a bit of an emergency. My groin pressed against her belt buckle a sensation in memory from my teens dating girls with hip hugging jeans and the hippy belts they all wore. It was almost as if she had a hard clit match with my hard cock as we thrust our sex firmly together.I told her that we both have the intention of getting to know each other intimately that night. That I am attracted to her and she showed she wanted me. She coyly said she did not want to go too far, but her actions and communication left that as a. This isn't really you, is it?" She asked, voice froze me me once again.I paused, turned away from her gaze, facing the door."What do you mea-." I choked, as she continued."All this. All dolled up in a Kors Michael Kors dress, expensive designer Heels and trendy matching jacket. It's not the real Jennifer Corbitt, is it now? " She asked unflinchingly.I should have known she'd see through me. Part of me was relieved, thought it also deepened my humiliation. My shoulders slumped even lower, if.