Probably was her 8th in the last 10-12 hours. We finished up then got dressed. I saw her grab her phone and sorta panic. She walked off and was textin...g. She disappeared for a bit. When she came back she looked freaked. I tried to make it seem I didn’t notice and was going to totally mess with her. She said was going to go jog, I said ok and she left. She accidentally left her phone and she left it unlocked so I had to read the txt that came in. She replied to him what did we do last night, he. He meant business. What the hell, Danielle thought to herself, looking at the clock. It was 10 at night. When she opened the door, she was met by a young, attractive man not too much younger than herself, with a look that was, if anything, not exactly friendly. Are you Danielle, the high school teacher? he said. Danielle was no idiot. I never asked if she had a boyfriend. Oh god, is it a dad? No problem. Deny everything. Um, yes…can I help you? she asked, politely, but sternly, seeing if she. "She rubbed the side of his face and then began to saddle him. I just watched. She obviously knew completely what she was doing. She led him out."What do I do?" I asked."Your homework, right?" Not on the first day of class." You can hang out here or you can come out to the corral."I walked with Sara and Flower Garden. We passed by a smaller corral with a couple of horses in it. We stopped at a large corral. She opened the gate and brought her horse in. I helped close the gate behind them. She. She started having discomfort and nausea in the mornings so he felt it was better to let her sleep. He wanted to work on the rudder mechanism for the raft anyway and she couldn’t really help him much with that. Besides, her main focus these days was working on the sail. Never having been much of a sewer, Em was being challenged, with limited materials, to come up with a large enough and suitable sail. To create a sail that would be strong enough to survive even in rough and stormy seas, was.