“Well, you are a bit young for rum or beer.” “Jack,” she sighed. “Why are you doing this? You know we’d be great together.” She was ri...ght, I knew. I had never laughed with anyone the way I did with her and no one had ever listened to me the way she did. We had met at a drawing class at the community college. She was filling a requirement, I was killing time. “I’m old enough to be your father.” “You’re thirty-one. My father’s forty-six.” “Biologically,” I explained. “I was twelve the year. "I'll get it."I turned back to the dishes as they headed down the hall. As I did, I let out a deep breath. I didn't know what had happened, but I knew it would be okay.Everything was going to be okay.I finished up the last pot, drained the sink, dried my hands, and went looking for the women. I found them chatting and laughing in the main room as Sherri handed Tina one book after another. Tina's eyes caught mine and she paused, and then pushed most of the books back into Sherri's hands."I think. At this point, being 27, you really couldn't complain.Calling him up the next day, you found he had a gruff but almost fatherly personality. Jeremy said to meet up at his office and you'd discuss it from there. He gave you directions, an address, and said goodbye before you heard a female voice in the background. The wife you figured. You met him at his office, housed in a building that looked more like a post office filled with file cabinets and cubicles than some sort of trailer you'd see at. The janitor had told him that Rupert's list had four of the names marked with a transparent red marker: The principal and Mrs. Engberg, which he already had fucked earlier plus two new names, Linda Gren, a young overweighed single and Moa Andersson a fifty-five years old divorce. He really intended to fuck all of them in the class. Rupert had even got Mrs. Dahl, the principal, to give him a blowjob at her office. On a video to the next club meeting the vice principal said with a laugh.One.