She sat on a student desk, her legs spread, her fingers rubbing through her thick, black bush. “Ooh, put on the other one. She’ll love it. Your mo...her is such a kinky slut.”“I know,” purred Melody. She spat on my left nipple. I gasped at the hot spittle. It ran over my tit as she lowered the clamp. “You made Lee and I both into such horny girls, didn’t you.”“I did, Mistress,” I moaned. “And with your father’s lusts in you, too, you were doomed to be kinky like me!”Melody laughed. “So true,. I rarely wear panties, and didn't even though the slit in the back of the skirt goes up pretty high, just an inch or two from showing my butt. I knew my stocking tops could be seen from behind as I walked, and when I sat down. I was feeling sexy, and horny to say the least. I got to work earlier than usual, and wasn't expecting anyone as we weren't open yet, and was bent over the file cabinet pulling some files when I sensed or heard something. I turned, and there was the Ernie, his eyes. The FUCK did you just say?! Did I stutter? Do you know who I am? He asked. Let me answer your question with another question: Do I give a crap? I said. He reached back to punch me, but I saw this coming. I quickly ducked, and his fist soared over me. I returned with an uppercut, and then hammered my knee into his balls. If he had any. He slapped me with his palm, and clawed at my face. I pushed him back, but our little incident as teachers would call it, was interrupted because a girl named. It was her stupid game that had sent Mum spinning off like this.I looked at the picture again.“Look at your picture, Mum. Look at the pattern of cuts. That’s Dad’s back. That exact pattern. Those are Dad’s scars from when he was small. Tara isn’t hurt at all. You never hit her. You never cut her. Your mind is confusing the two things. You’ve drawn Dad’s cuts onto Tara’s back. This never happened.”I kept repeating myself and watched as understanding slowly seeped through the confusion in Mum’s.