"You're a senior. I've seen you many times at school but you never were in any of my classes, is that right?" Yes, sir, ummm I mean yes Mr. Jones." He... could sense my anxiety. "There is nothing to worry about here. If you're 17 then this is just a hookup by two consenting adults, and trust me, I will never tell another soul about this." "Yes sir I am 17. I told him my name and he told me to call him by his first name which was Joseph. "Just call me Joe."I calmed down soon after that. Enough to. I purchased one major gift for each of them; I try to find a thoughtful gift not worried about cost. Helen helps me pick out presence for her children. I give the coach two Super Bowl tickets and airline and hotel reservations all expenses paid.Once our football season was over, I began instructing classes in martial arts as an afterschool program that January. The first few classes had six students including Eddie and Kathryn. They would call me LA for the longest, not to my face anymore, till. Her face burned with humiliation and sexual excitement. “I’m your mother, son. You know this is not right. You must stop .. Go away….I will tell Shalini.””… No, you won’t darling…..It is I who will tell her you stole money.”Manoj, please….You’re my son, my son in law……my daamad. We can’t do anything wrong. You are sick. This is sick.”” Ok, this was all my fault. I promise never to steal. Please leave my room son.” Her eyes were moist with tears.”This is my house, not your room, Deepa, my sexy. The servant, who he finally discovered was called Peshawar, collected him at his room and conducted him along the corridors, coming to a halt by a wide terrace where a table and chairs had been placed by the ornate railings. A tall man dressed in a linen suit not unlike his own, had his back to him as he stood at the railing looking out over the city.“Mr. Ramage, your Majesty,” announced Peshawar.The man spun around, a wide smile on his face. David stopped and bowed his head. “You’re Majesty,”.