”“Does the girl like that?”I shrugged, “I don’t know. Birgit says Fatimah was totally shocked about Birgit having her own TV and computer an... my dad not controlling what she watches on TV or does on her computer.”“Nobody checks on you?” Libby asked.“No. Why should they?”“My dad says he does it to make sure I’m safe.”“My dad thinks it’s important for kids to have freedom and he trusts us to not do anything dangerous.”“It’s a fine line to walk,” Mom One said. “But we always come down on the side. One of the electrical supply companies we delivered for daily had a large grassy yard that would be Numchucks favorite running area. His tail would begin wagging before we turned into their yard. The employees loved Chucks and would break out their lunch pales to offer tid bits to watch him do a trick or two. He would jump from the truck to the dock as soon as my bumper laid against the rubber stop. They made balls out of rolled up tape and paper and would play catch with him while I got the. ‘Kid, you’re only how old? Twenty something? And Val, look at you, almost choking to death to try not to laugh, and you’re even younger, aren’t you? Now I’m going to tell you something, and then Bobby may want to comment on it, too. First off, you’ve got us pegged. Bobby and I are sort of foot soldiers in an invisible, informal group of friends who try to keep law and order maintained in this town, and keep the police department a real force for good around here. We’re not the only ones, of. The best thing you have going for you is you've been fucking your art teacher, Miss Elizabeth Hanson, since you turned 18. You've had sex with her at least once a day every school day for the last 4 months and today was no different. Kristen told you, during lunch, she was going to catch a ride with her friend, Megan, after school. this gave you plenty of time to spend with Miss Hanson, or Beth as she likes to be called.After the final bell rings and the rest of your class leaves you stay.