Half of my classes would be taken care of and Coach Jenkins would get me help with the rest."The other classes I'll set you up with tutors to help you...pass. I can't do nothing 'bout those other classes so you'll have to work on those," he said turning me and leaning me against his desk. My shirt was opened, my bra over my breasts and my pants were down around my ankles. I laid on top to his desk and felt him fumbling at his own pants.God he was huge. Not so much long but very thick. I felt full. Claire was smiling and enjoying herself. She couldn't help but notice that Gabe was staring at her every time she thought he wasn't looking. She was feeling rather proud of herself. Even though it was her son looking at her she still felt flattered and flirty. After a while Gabe cleaned up and went to his room, and Claire set up to get some writing done. She had her coffee, and a snack. Before she knew it she had at least six chapters done. It was a story of a girl lost in the woods, she was. Jimmie has a smile, a chuckle, and a quip for every one of them, but when they have all left, the smile slowly vanishes, and the look that was left was pain and loneliness.He was everybody’s Fool, but nothing more, and it hurt.~~~~~It was Limerick night for the Group, and, as usual, Jimmie was beating all comers. Mark had just delivered a well-received limerick about a Parson named Jasper, and it was Jimmie’s turn again.He was lolling back in his chair, one short leg up, and a foot on the side. I took Rachel to a motel.Stupid, right? Neither her parents nor my parents objected to us sleeping together in each other’s bed. Either Nanette or Donna would have given us a room in their homes. I still had the bed made up in the back of the truck. Five beds to choose from and I took her to a motel.I’d done some investigating and discovered a decent place I could afford that had a pool, room service, and a bridal suite. I picked her up at the door to our room and carried her inside at.