Not only that but it was snowing.My school days were fast coming to an end. I was almost seventeen when the school caught fire. One of the downstairs ...boilers had exploded. We all got out safely and the headmistress began making phone calls to the girl's parents asking them to collect their little darlings because the school was going to be closed for quite some time.My parents were on holiday in Canada at the time so Uncle Edward got the call. I remember that day so well. The parents turned up. Bob must’ve first spoken to PC Coker, who had remained outside the flat, guarding the stairs against the interested local crowd that had gathered outside, their imaginations running wild speculating on the reports of gunshots.Occasionally, the portly policeman had bellowed news up the stairs, in particular regarding Bob Cummings being notified at the Yard, and that the Coroner and a medical doctor were on their way, all of which Mary faithfully and calmly repeated to me.I have to say that Mary. I took my mouth off his cock and looked up to Andrew’s eyes“No darling, we fucked that once and decided that it was fun but, it’s too tricky in such and small office.” And then for good measure “Besides, he’s fucking Phea at lunchtime and he tells me that he and his wife are trying to have another c***d, so presumably he’s fucking her at night.” then, “that’s if he’s got any semen left in his balls.” Haha – we both laughed. I’m glad we laughed – it released my tension.“Do you think Phea sucks. “And that’s it.”“Just a friend?” Mrs. Rivera frowned, slipping into her seat. “Oh, c’mon, he’s cute.”“No, Emily’s right this time,” Katie said sweetly, carefully twirling spaghetti strands around her fork. “Definitely just a friend—he’s way out of her league.”“Aww, honey. He’s not out of her league,” Mrs. Rivera chided playfully. “Emily just needs a little more… fighting spirit.”“I’m not playing those stupid little games with Brian,” Emily growled. “He deserves better than that.”“Well, I do.