She was a model of black womanhood Brandie aspired to be. ‘Hi Mrs. Marshall,’ Brandie mumbled, suddenly feeling very young and vulnerable. ‘Ca...ll me Isabelle, we’re all grown in here, ‘ Laughed Isabelle. With her third Martini in hand she was feeling no pain in fact she was well on her way to being completely drunk. ‘This is between Brandie and me stay out of it Isabelle,’ Said Shaq. ‘I’m just observing to make sure you don’t take advantage of this baby,’ Isabelle said. ‘Well since you two. After a day of catching up, I thought I should be getting back home. Dad would be home in a couple of hours and I didn't want to hold up dinner. I helped Porsche fix dinner, I still couldn't bring myself to call her Mom.After dinner, I went into the den to do some things on the computer. I wanted to update my Facebook page and send out a couple of emails.Once I was done with that, I decided to find out a little more about this woman who has married my father. Not being suspicious, mind you,. It was obvious, that all boys had known that they were ‘working’ on her in two teams. She was a bit grumpy at first and felt like somewhat being betrayed. But after all the good point was, that there was no fighting and no jealousy and none was accusing her of being unfaithful or lying.[pic: ready to mount in the hay.jpg]Seemingly this was quite the opposite of the ‘first they were ten’ story. They had another round, or one and a half round, as her boyfriend and his brother had the older rights. There was simply no way she could stand up again in class for any reason, and she knew it. She felt like her legs were two giant wet noodles. Her heart continued to race wildly, because she sensed her entire teaching career was on the razor's edge.Alan remained concerned that things had gone too far. One of the students to answer one of the history questions had long blonde hair, and that reminded him of the similarly blonde Christine.With the Televibe situation seemingly in hand, Alan began.