He was not like the rest of the staff at school. The teachers were all stuck on themselves, and the administration staff was even worse. They were ...rying to run a strict place and they kept their distance from the students. Mr. G. wasn’t one of them, and they had little to do with him either. Over the summer between junior-senior years, I had broken up with my boyfriend. Boys at that age were so stupid. It wasn’t over the sex or anything like that. He just spent more time with his. Next thing I knew, Gemma emerged from the house, sobbing, with her Mum, Sarah following, looking very angry. Damn! I knew I was in trouble now. Sarah told me and Claire to get out of the pool immediately. I did as she said and stood by the pool. Gemma and Claire both stood just behind their mother. Sarah started to have a go at me, calling me a dirty little boy and threatening to tell my parents that I was some kind of pervert, wanting to see her daughters private parts.I told her it was an. Dressed in a white t-shirt adorned with the Rolling Stones Lips and tight jeans she looked closer to thirty. I recalled my mom saying she was divorced.She pointed towards the kitchen area and led me to the table."I have a new set coming so I need to sell this set. $100 and you can take it away."It was nearly new and the perfect size for my place. I pulled out a chair and sat down to try it out."Here, have a beer with me," she offered as she opened the fridge."Thanks, don't mind if I do," I. I knew that Dad would have somehow prevented me from marrying Justin, if I let my parents know ahead of time. I thought it was romantic to elope, or rather, I let Justin talk me into thinking it was. Shit! I've paid for that for years now. But finally, I'm free. Free, but without a job, back with my parents like a kid, instead of a twenty-six-year-old woman having a life of her own.She ran her hands through her tousled hair. "You're so sleepy you can barely stand, yet you're scared to go back.