There were no porch lights on at all on Dogwood... and therefore no candy. By the time they reached the small, quiet intersection with Canal, Henry wa...s more convinced than ever that it was time to just go home. He noticed that his shoelace was untied, and told Trish to stand still while he took care of it. As he knelt down, he heard some voices approaching out of the darkness down the street. He recognized them immediately. It was Joe and Eddie and Russ, his friends, laughing it up. Shit, he. Nobody was in our classroom yet, so I didn't feel like I had to act appropriate."Lexsie," Austin begged. I now sat on his lap. I kissed his neck and ran my hand through his hair. Austin was trying so hard not to let himself get hard. The truth is, I wanted him. "Lexsie... Why are you torturing me?!" Austin asked. "Because I want you," I whispered seductively in his ear. He looked kind of shocked. I ran my hands over his chest. "Kiss me, Austin," I ordered. He didn't think twice. He pressed his. I thoughtthe dance class was hard, but this class turned out to be the mostdifficult. Miss Johnson expected both Jack and me to help the girls withanything they needed as well as to make sure we were appropriatelyattired. She said that as maids, our main function would be to help ourmothers dress and prepare for their activities. It might be some formalaffair or maybe a dance class. We were to be prepared to do nails, helpwith makeup, hold panties out, zip or unzip dresses, hook clasps on. "Yeah, sorry you got caught, but not sorry you did it. Not sorry you've neglected me. Not sorry you've gotten my daughter—if you're not lying—to back you in whoring around on me. You are a trip for damn sure, Kendra," I said.We both turned when we heard the back door open and close. Marylou Nelson was home."Hi mom, hi dad," she said, tossing her backpack onto the couch."Hi honey," said her mom. I tendered her a wan smile. She picked up on the wanness."Dad? Something wrong?" said Marylou. I.