He asked her how his son harassed her. She told that once, she invited him to the chalkboard to answer a math question but he was only looking at the ...board and not answering. She tried to motivate him to answer and help him. Then you know what the boy did? He grabbed her legs and lift her up and get her wrap her legs around his body in front of classroom. The young teacher was terrified. How could a boy could do it to her and in front of the class. He carried her in this position and walk. Yes, there was the overturned garbage can, half buried in a drift of snow, and nestled against it was the construct that housed Forsteg's essence. Shapeless, it would remain that way until within range of a mind that would give it the form of whatever headgear that mind most desired. Now under his firm control, the dog took the construct in its jaws and trotted off down the street."Hrrrbboi!" The words were garbled, merely a pleasant noise in the floppy ears of the mutt. It scampered closer to. Let me explain, I am considered posh and have a very good job, I worked very hard to get where I am and nobody can say I haven't earned what I have.I am 37, tall thin and plain, most men I work with think I am a bitch. My past holds some very murky secrets and I keep them locked away. I love sex and the sluttier the better, I suppose I am what most men describe as easy, but when I need sex and get the itch I have to have it. When I got married I stupidly vowed I would not wander, that lasted. I’ve never f***ed myself on anyone, and what I did to my s****r wasn’t typical. I still think had she refused me a little harder, if she’d wept or begged or gotten really angry, that I would have stopped. But she didn’t. She pushed at my chest weakly, she kept saying “Lee!” in admonition. She even said, “We can’t do this.” Not “you.” She said “we.” I found out later that she hadn’t let Brad fuck her. He’d wanted to, sure. She let him fondle her, finger her a bit, and she’d stroked his cock, but.