, I buy them a pretty nice car. As long as they keep the scholarship, they keep the car. If a kid gets out of high school and doesn't want to go to co...lege, I have them submit a business plan; if I like it, I loan the kid some start-up cash. If he or she shows a progressively increasing profit for five years, I forgive the loan."The cross look was fading from her face. "So why make up that other story?" Because when women find out what I really do, I worry that they'll be after me only for my. I seemed to sense though that he was pleased that Iwould be spending my time with Miss Penelope.Miss Claire turned up at Miss Penelope's much more often now. I spent muchmore time as a schoolgirl with her, wishing that my body would mature andwanting to develop our relationship. I understood however that Miss Penelopedid not know about us, and I couldn't tell Anthony, so our affair remainedillicit and incredibly lusty. There was nothing I wouldn't do for MissClaire, and I wanted her to know. Surprisingly, he pushed me away.Again he asked, “Are you my whore or not?”“Can’t you tell? Of course, I am your whore.”“My whores fuck who I tell them to fuck. Are you still my whore?”I nodded and went back to my job.Elliot widened his stance to stay upright. He began to fuck my mouth, rocking back and forth, grunting and cursing, using words I’d never heard him utter before.“Suck it, cunt. Suck my dick and drink my sweet juice.”It was like sitting at the ocean, in the surf, in a storm. The. “Let’s go,” she said. “I think she’s home.”Ethan stopped to read the name on the light post in the yard. It read ‘Murphy’s’. It couldn’t be, Ethan said to himself. Not the Mayor’s house.Mrs. Turner went right up to the front door and pushed the doorbell. By the time Ethan had sauntered up to the covered front porch, the front door was opening. On the other side of the screen door was Colleen Murphy, the Mayor’s wife, smiling at her friend, Mrs. Turner. Then she saw Ethan coming up the sidewalk.