After a while, she goes quiet. I ask what's wrong.“Someone told me something,” she says. “Something that happened last night.”“What did they... tell you?”She twirls her finger through her short black hair. “It's embarrassing to even say.”“You can talk to me about anything, Bernadette.”“Okay,” she says and takes a deep breath. “Someone said Kyle fucked you up the ass.”“He did.” I can't believe how fast I say it, that I'm admitting it, that I even sound proud of it.“And you took it willingly?”I. . Sometimes I wish I never married him..." I say to myself, angry at my husband for not coming with me.Most of all, I'm angry at the punk that's bullying my son. Almost everyday, he comes home in a bad mood or beat up, and the school doesn't do shit about it! I thought my husband and I could talk some sense into this little shit, but apparently it'll be just me. I'll make sure this kid won't even think about hurting my son when I'm done with him. I still can't believe what Rob said...*****I was. But one day I actually got a view of Miss Wilson's bikini panties (they were pink) up underneath her skirt and the way she was sitting, there was no way it could have been accidental. No, Miss Wilson had definitely been hoping one of her horny male students (or maybe even female) would see up to her crotch.The day it finally happened, Miss Wilson had worn a sexy pink sweater with a matching short skirt to school. She looked as hot as I'd ever seen her. her sweaters were always very. I don't know how far they can be changed from what they are and I don't have any idea of what size Mrs Christopher was. Ideally I'd like to make sure you, Mary, and Mrs Clancy and her twins get all the use you can out of what there is. I'd like for you to have the rest to sell or use as you see fit."Of course you and Jimmy will have to move in with me, since it would be too much trouble to move them all here so you could deal with them. Besides, there simply isn't room for them in your shop or.