There was a puddle of semen on the sheets that had leaked from her and she was completely oblivious to it.We continued this reassuring speech with him...for a few minutes, when he began to put his shorts back on and regain his dignity by saying, "Thank you for having me here tonight. Mrs. Arnett, I don't know what to say other than, thank you. I'm going now, thank you, I'm sorry, yes, thanks, thank you. I'm sorry if I... thank you... Bye."Just as soon as he walked out the door, Gina looked at me. As I walked over to Krista, she stood up and walked right up next to me and pulled my mouth down to hers. I was concentrating on a very good kiss when I felt her hand snake across my pants and gently grip my semi-hard dick. She broke the kiss and smiled at me like the proverbial cat with a canary. “I knew it,” she whispered, “I just knew it.”Then she rounded on Nancy. “First off, he is a very good kisser. Is Don (god I hate that fucking name), is Don a good kisser?” Nancy couldn’t meet Krista’s. ’ I sat down, my head bowed. ‘I am so sorry. This is not the time and place I had in mind to talk to you about… what’s happened to me recently.’ The speech I rehearsed evaporated. I struggled to make my mind work and the words come out. ‘Let’s cut to the chase. You’ve been seeing – or should I say, fucking – our good friend and classmate, for how long now? At least one week in Japan, and on your last trip to L.A., am I right?’ I didn’t respond. ‘Any earlier than that?’ I looked up. Oh my god,. No regrets. Now that several weeks had passed without raising anyone’s suspicions about her identity, she figured she was in the clear. After all, she didn’t share a last name with her father, Bill Richardson, as her mother had changed back to her maiden name – Sommers – twenty years ago, following the tragedy here on the farm, and its catastrophic aftermath. The name Leanne Sommers had raised no questions with either Tammy or Joe. Neither did anything seem amiss with Mr. McConnel. He had.