I didn’t want to know what was next. I knew that I was in trouble, I didn’t want to be one of those c***d m*****ers, but how could I prove that ... didn’t want it. He made me say all those things. God, how did I get myself into this?After Christopher left, I managed to get into the shower. The water was so hot, but I didn’t care, I needed to get his smell off of me. I couldn’t believe that less than an hour ago, I was ****d by one of my daughter’s friends. My pussy was sore, I didn’t. Remember, in your freshmen year when you were morph-locked with a merman's tail instead of legs and feet, and you had to take an incomplete on Phys. Ed? You need to make up a gym credit this year or you can't graduate with the rest of your class. Sorry, but we can't change the rules just for one student. It wouldn't be fair to your classmates." "But Mr. Kaus, I have a full schedule for the next two semesters, I don't have a free period to take another gym class!" "I understand, and we. Looks like you were really enjoying your drive!”I could do nothing else but say yes. He then asked if I needed any help. Not knowing what else to do I accepted and thanked him. He introduced himself as Fred. I told him my name and thanked him for offering to help. He helped me remove the tire and take the spare off the door mount.Every time I caught his eye, he would just smile at me. As we knelt down to lift the tire on the axle and put the lug nuts on, I noticed he would let his leg brush. "Yeah. That situation."Andrea shrugged, unaffected by Cassie's stare. "Okay, so talk."You can do this, Cassie thought to herself, Just say what you've got to say. Be forceful. Make sure she knows you're serious. "Look Andrea ... I'm not gonna tell you that I didn't enjoy Tuesday – I did. I'm just here to tell you that it was a one-time thing. It's never going to happen again." Is that so?" Andrea replied, lifting one eyebrow sardonically while simultaneously stifling a yawn."Yes. That's so,".