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I''d Never View it as Cheating--Part 2

Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

surprise that I’ll be staying over the weekend…assuming I have your okay.” (You probably won’t believe me, but Beth actually brought it up. I’m sure she can see the stress you’re under.) “Yeah, you’re really good at dealing with that. Did she say anything about going out to dinner together Sunday night? I have to call the director to see if Lizzie can join us.” (Oh, I hope she can. Between Beth and me I’m sure we could handle anything in the bathroom plus I think it will help her to be with those who love her.) “I hope you’re right. I’m planning to leave early this afternoon, if possible.” (Oh…looking for some afternoon delight? I think I could handle it with my schedule.) “I think we’ll get plenty of that tonight and tomorrow morning. No, I have to visit the district attorney about a child abuse case I’m involved with. I think it’s going to hearing next week. I won’t get you as the judge will I?” (I’ll have to check with the head judge, but I doubt it. I’ll probably have to recuse myself because we know each other. Don’t tell me anything about the case. There’s a chance I could wind up with it.) “Okay, shall we get together for dinner tonight?” (What about the kids? I think you need to spend more time with them. They may not show it, but they’re finding everything extremely traumatic. Let them have you this afternoon. I’ll have you tonight—okay, Chuck?) “I guess so, but I think we might have to work out some mid-week activity if you’re willing.” (Let’s see what we can ... work out tonight. I need to get back to work. Bye, Chuck; I’m getting to enjoy these little talks of ours.) “Me, too…I’d better get back to it, too. See you tonight.” We ended the call and I went back to signing diplomas and clearing paper from my desk. My secretary, Ruth, brought in the day’s memos for my signature and I finally remembered to phone the home’s director. We spoke for about fifteen minutes until--against his best judgment--he agreed to allow Lizzie to accompany us to dinner Sunday evening. He did make several suggestions—go early, shelter her from crowds and confusion, seat her near a window, and keep her between her loved ones. I thanked him for his advice. Now all I had to do was find a suitable restaurant. I left school at 3:15 for my 4:00 appointment with the assistant district attorney. My mind often wanders while driving and today was no exception. There are good days and bad as a principal. It’s great to learn that one of your students has been accepted at the U.S. Naval Academy or that three of them have become National Merit Scholarship winners. Then there are the bad like the one in my mind today. It had all begun in early March. I always find the time to greet the students when they enter the building in the morning. I probably know more than half of my 1700 students by name. On this day I noticed Jackie McMullen with a horrific bruise on her face. “Jackie, what happened? Did you get that at home?” She hemmed and hawed--face down and red with ...