I don’t think she’ll say anything, but if she does, I need to be ready.”“That sounds expensive,” Caryn chimed in.“What is peace of mind re...ally worth?” Frank asked.“But he didn’t do anything wrong,” Caryn said.“You think the press will care? I thought you had that figured out by now,” Frank shot back.I sighed. I’d only recently gotten a graduate-level education in how the press might react.“Do what you need to,” I said.“Two more things...” Frank began.“Yes?” I asked.“When were you going to tell. Butch, in the meanwhile, had dropped out of school and had found himself a job at the corner gas station. He lived in a room the gas station owner was letting him have in exchange for half his salary. When Mélanie had told him what was happening, Butch had started swearing, had called Aunt Berthe’s boyfriend a pimp and had suggested that she move in with him. She had gotten pregnant almost immediately.At the beginning, Butch had been all excited and was walking around like a barnyard rooster. Johnny was a 'right down to bizz' type, wasting no time with chit-chat, or rubby dubby feely feely bs. Soon as we walk in the door of his room, he barks out 'strip'.I kinda chuckle as I peel off my tank, and then sitting on the bed to loose my cowboy boots. After the Levi's, then standing there in just a jock, he tells me to pause for a minute. He asked me for the third time how old I was, and I repeat 17 for the third time. He just shook his head and said that was a lot of fuckin hair on my. And please do comment if u liked to motivate me to write my next storyComing to the storyThe main character of this story is sowmiya ma’am(fake), who was our maths teacher. She was 35 and was divorced she was one of the hottest teachers of the school.She had a fair complexion and a slim figure. She always wore a tight blouse with sari exposing her waist a little. And the way she wore her sari parallel to her neckline exposing her cleavage whenever she bends down giving a glimpse of her boobs.