He was fondling her. Her breaths became quicker. She couldn’t believe it. She just seduced him. She looked in the young assistant’s eyes. She knew...that look. She felt that look as his fondling became fingering. She began to moan when the teacher shushed her with his other hand.“Shhh.”Sharmell looked at him and sucked his finger. In that moment, she felt every male look and she liked it. “Fuck me,” Sharmell said. The young assistant’s erection was throbbing as she bent over on his desk.“Pull. .. morbid curiosity. Like... like turning the corner to see a car wreck you don't want to see. Or lifting a rock you know you don't want to lift. Or walking to the principal's office. It was just this super heightened anticipatory sort of feeling. A head-rush sort of feeling. One of my most persistent masturbatory fantasies is to time-travel back to that moment as myself, rip away the covers, and just... well it varies. But there's a lot I could have done.All of that came to a head when. ”“What?”“Yeah! You’re up here mopin’ around all the time, missin’ out on the here and now, and this guy’s got your guts all tied up without even being here. It’s time to put him outta mind, man.”Terry thought about it. After all it didn’t seem fair that his mom and sisters had to work harder just to have a decent Thanksgiving...“Maybe you’re right, Sid...”“I AM right! You should be having a blast, Terry. 19 years old and no responsibilities. Six pack, tall dark musician vibes, beach view. Big Cloud came and went often, working on the things that Tom wanted done. He didn't think twice about interrupting him. He knew what he was thinking about, and knew that Tom treasured any distraction. Big Cloud knew that Tom had not seen Moon Flower and Little Mule since he had been back. He also knew that they would not come to him unless he sent for them. He knew that Tom was still trying to work out how each of the women and children needed to fit into his life. He was having a hard time.