If we did nothing to Mr Bitterman, he’d leave us alone. We’d already been ‘paid’ more than forty thousand dollars to maintain our silence. Eve...lyn was of the mind that both Kathy and her grandfather be made to pay and the money we’d received already had nothing to do with it. It was just the right thing to do.“Life isn’t always about doing the right thing. Sometimes it’s about doing the practical thing that minimizes hurt to others. If the right thing to do is to go to the police about. He tells me to get my make up on and meet him back in the living room in 20 minutes. I go into my room and open the bag and pull out a short plaid skirt,white blouse,white panties and white over the knee hose, yes,a school girl outfit. I put it on and slip on my black heels and head to the living room where he sits me down and say's "we need to talk". He tells me "first of all,we are in bad shape financially and secondly,I won't make you do anything you don't want to". I say "what are you. It felt fantastic as I writhed about groaning, trying desperately not to bite or scratch him (a previously mentioned ‘dislike’ of his). Our sweaty, hot, lust fuelled bodies took advantage of all the space as we utilised a few good positions, before collapsing in to a panting heap. Being the civilised individuals that we are we took a ‘herbal comfort break’ (well he had a fag!), and I took him up on his offer of a drink this time… very strange order in which to do things but hey… who wants. In all her excitement Georgia and I walked quite quickly home and kept on the subject about her new team. When we came to our opposing houses I waved goodbye and wished Georgia good luck with her training.That afternoon as I was cooking dinner I saw Georgia walking across the street towards her house. She was returning from her soccer training and was wearing short soccer shorts and a tight fitting training shirt. I watched her walk and as I did my eyes diverted to her ass. I had never really.