Frau Schmidt would listen to music and act as translator and guide as our knowledge of each other’s language deepened. I tried very hard not to ‘l...earn’ too quickly, but as we approached Christmas, Frau Schmidt commented to my mother on my ‘remarkable language ability’ when they happened to meet in the High Street. Col’s English was also improving rapidly, although he spoke it with a noticeable German accent.We were sitting at the table, homework finished one day, just chatting.“Willi, how about. ”She lay the newspaper article down on the bed, trying to keep it from her son, but he saw it and grabbed it.The article was from the society page and announced the birth of a baby girl. looking further into the article David realized it was the child of his father and the woman with whom he had run off.“Jeeze, I didn’t even know they were married.”“They’ weren’t until a month ago.”“So, Dad’s out sowing more wild oats, eh?” David knew he had been the result of a high school back seat tryst.. Mel moved her hips back a little and rubbed Scarlet’s butt. Kissing Scarlet’s neck, she whispered into her ear, “I saw you fucking Andy. I heard you getting fucked.” There was a relish in Mel’s voice that her heavy breathing couldn't hide. Scarlet felt the caressing of her bottom as her skirt rode up. “I heard you getting fucked, begging to be fucked hard. Was that you?” Scarlet’s eyes were closed. Mel’s hands on her butt were exciting her and she realised she still had the love eggs inside. Laura stopped chewing and pricked up her ears. She no longer wanted to ignore the conversation. ‘What, Elspeth Smith? What do you mean?’ demanded the second student. ‘Well,’ explained the first, ‘the other day we were walking to a lecture and I asked her, just making conversation really, what the Marjoribanks twins’ birthday do had been like and was there any decent talent on show? And she said there were a few boys but they were really boring. I said they couldn’t all have been boring and she.