“Lacey, Lydia -- this is Danielle. She’s in my communications class.”I smiled at her, hearing Lacey say hi. Danielle had the face of a supermode..., like she was straight out of a magazine. Her skin was golden tan, her light hazel eyes shining in the light of the center. Her tawny hair up in a ponytail. She stood slightly shorter than Zach, and she looked more physically mature than I am. I felt threatened by her, and like Zach could fall under her spell at any given moment.He smiled at us, “They. "She could barely read the newspaper article. The first thing we did was take her down and get her some glasses. I'm not sure why she's not wearing any in that old picture. She had some but they got broken." Oh, she's the girl with the glasses! That's Cheri. I didn't recognize her." Believe me she looks nothing like the girl who showed up here the other day. The girls just threw away all of her clothes because they were so worn and bought her all new stuff." And the smaller girl, that's. Wanda heard a snap and then a zip and then the coach's shorts slide down his legs to the floor. Wanda jumped as she felt Coach's hard cock flop against her panty covered ass. Slowly Coach rubbed it on her panties as he reached down and pulled his shorts off first one ankle then the other. Coach grabbed both her wrists. Using his powerful strength he pulled her hands away from her panties and placed them beside her head on the desk. Leaning down he whispered in her ear, "Keep them right. He couldn't understand why I wanted to drive after I told him about every pain I felt in det I guess the truth of the matter was I didn't want people to see me letting a 15 year old drive me home after I had been beaten up by Brad. It was stupid, I know. But I was worried about what was left of my image, and I couldn't take the risk of appearing like a wimp by letting him drive me home.I really should have let Eric drive too. Not because I was in such physical pain that I wasn't safe behind the.