“Katee, come here dear.” I said as I watched Katee come to me. I decided to put on a show for the boys. “Silly girl, you got chalk on your chest....” I laughed as I grabbed a thin cloth. I positioned her so she was facing the class as I had my back to them. I grabbed the cloth and started to wipe some chalk powder off of her chest. The class was in shock, as Katee let me clean her chest with no objection. Truth be told, using the chalk towel, I was putting more chalk on her skin than I was. I could feel her breath against Becky's neck. She began tapping out the rhythm against my waist. "Hey, baby..." I gently sang, bringing the song to a close. She softly sang with me. "You can cry in front of me." I strummed the last chord, letting it hang in the air.Silence. It was just the two of us. I felt a warm tear run down my neck. Jennifer's tear. Slowly, I laid the guitar next to us on the sofa and embraced my wife. I hadn't felt this close to her in a long, long while. I. He could feel her teeth chewing on his shoulder through his light jacket. Gently wrapping his fingers in her soft, dark hair, he pulled her head back so he could see her face. She didn’t look sad. She looked mischievous and playful.Macario yelped as she grabbed the front of his jacket and leaned back, pulling him down on top of her. The last little bit of unknown data fell into place. Lisa lived hard and played hard – because she died hard. She accepted it – the whole package. Macario realized. She was a mess, covered in the spunk of the principal and glistening in sweat, cowering to hide her nudity. The way she was acting it seemed like she was not entirely enjoying herself which didn’t bother Coach Howell at all but instead generated quite the idea. ‘Miss Praved! Are you okay? What has he done to you?’ The tone of Coach Howell’s voice surprised her, he seemed genuinely concerned for her, perhaps now she could make it to a safe place in order to assess the situation. Despite what had.