Why can't you be more of a man? You want to be a man, it takes more than just putting on a uniform and patrolling dangerous streets! Being a policeman...is noble, but so is fatherhood. Why can't you see that going your father's route is not the way to go? He was a loser, do you want to end up like him?"You know where your father is now, Garth? I'll tell you, son! I didn't want to, but now I must. He's locked up in federal prison, doing twenty years in a Supermax cell, stuck in it for 23 hours a. 'Yes,' she said quietly, grinning at me. 'Do you get turned on when you go without your knickers Jane?' I asked, watching as she shifted position on the sofa so she was practically lying down. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist again and I admired her legs and lacy white panties. 'Oh yes,' she yawned and quickly fell asleep. 'Blimey, does she often do that?' I asked Martin. 'Sometimes. It scared the crap out of me the first time she did it. I thought she had alcohol poisoning! It doesn't. This was obviously not going the way Grant had planned it. “We are just trying to help! We’ve seen what you’ve gone through, man. You haven’t been able to pull yourself out of this for over a year now and you’re just going through the motions. You put up a good front to everyone else but I see it. Justine certainly sees it. You’re just not there anymore. You think Jenn would have wanted to see you like this?”Fuck, they had seen through me. I thought I was better than that. They knew me. I'll tutor you sometime haha"I laughed at the coincidence."I'd appreciate it haha"I heard the buzz go off again, and I was about to return to my own phone when I saw something that made me start to think. My teacher Mrs. Philips was sitting at her desk. Texting. I did a double take as I watched her type something into the keyboard, only to have my phone go off a second later. I began to panic. Was I sexting with my teacher?! What the hell was wrong with me? No, I'm not sure its her yet, it.