’ ‘You can say clit.’ ‘Are you rubbing your clit?’ ‘Yes, Dan. I’m rubbing my clit with a vibrator.’ ‘My cock is getting a lot harder...now. Anyway, I can hear her getting closer and I’m getting closer. Then she asks if I want to fuck her on all fours.’ ‘Doggie style. I might like that.’ ‘You might?’ ‘Sometime.’ ‘You little tease. I’m imagining doing that with you right now.’ ‘Mmmmm. Yeah, this is working.’ ‘I’m behind you and I’m fucking you.’ ‘Yes, Dan, fuck me.’ ‘You’re rubbing your clit and. She focused on that and swallowed down her heart.She couldn’t remember how many times she’d come home after school, how many times she’d seen the front door of her house. Yet now it seemed alien, strange and quiet, hyper idyllic. Like something out of a Norman Rockwell Painting. She’d read about him when some of her novels had made reference to him. He painted ideal perfect American home life, filled with smiling fat kids bustling around. But this was just dead silent, as if judging her. Robert simply picked up a file and started reading, she was dismissed and new it.Less than twenty four hours later and after a long and sleepless night, the feeling in the pit of her stomach had not receded. She was pleased she had hidden her dilemma from her husband, now she just wanted to hide her disgrace from him and anyone who may know her. Robert James held her life in his hands. He responded to her knock with a smile on his face and a sharp “enter” he left her standing before him not. Just our little group. The guy in charge was Mr. Ellerbee, or, as most of us knew him, CoachSmellerbee. He was one of the football coaches and he taught Americangovernment or civics or something, but no one I knew had ever taken oneof his classes. He was actually nice to us. Not like buddy-buddy oranything, because we were being punished for the least cool schoolinfraction ever. I mean, we didn't even get cool credit for havingbeen off campus so we were no better than dorks who got caught.