Chris’ eyes bulged as he looked at what Rachel was wearing and so did his cock. Rachel had on an oversized t-shirt, the neckline of it cut quite low...and revealing ample cleavage. The t-shirt was half tucked into a pair of tiny shorts that only barely covered her round ass cheeks. “I’m so glad you could come and help me,” Rachel told Chris as she took him by the hand and lead him into the house. “Let’s go get started and I’ll get us some lemonade.” Chris was lost for words, all he could do was. I found all about Scott, the whole story – Grandparents, mother, finances, who he really is and his history. Remember, I know each and every school teacher in these three counties, all the judges and most of the cops. I didn’t find a jerk when I looked. I found a partially broken young man. When his lawyer came back with the offer, I called the bank and found that he would have to sell everything, and he’d still be in debt. He was not shirking his responsibility. He wasn’t trying to get out of. Therefore all mistakes and omissions are on me.The final big argument ended when she told me her dance card was full.My name is Robert Foster. I am 39, once widowed and married to Janice Susanne Foster (nee Wilcox). I am an even 6’ tall and weigh around 180 give or take 3 pounds. Jan is 32, petite, about 5’ 4” and probably weighs 105 lbs. with a brick in each hand. We met when I needed to sign up for some life insurance.I am a day trader, and I am moderately successful. My winning percentage is. This time the hospital and the police were less concerned. Again we were advised to keep a closer eye on her.About four months later she got out again and this time we just dumped her into her bed and didn’t bother with the hospital or the police. We obviously had a problem with our daughter.No mater how close we watched her she managed to get out again the night before she turned fourteen. We were frantic as always wondering what might happen to her. Finally about three in the morning a van.