The front of her shorts were soaked
American. well there’s always ‘something’ to fix in their bedrooms…
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. . However things were about to get a whole lot worse, as the very next day as I passing down Sarah’s street her mother called after me to come over as she wanted to talk to me, she started by saying that she had intended to speak to my father about my disgusting behaviour of exposing myself to schoolgirls and how she thought the police might take a very serious view of my actions, I tried to explain but I was in a state of real panic, my father would kill me, my mother would die of shame, the police might lock me up and I would lose my job, I began to beg her to say nothing and I promised I would never do anything like that again, she looked thoughtful and said she would think about it overnight and that I should come to see her at her home on Monday evening at 7pm to find out what she had decided to do
The front of her shorts were soaked
American. well there’s always ‘something’ to fix in their bedrooms…
….
. . However things were about to get a whole lot worse, as the very next day as I passing down Sarah’s street her mother called after me to come over as she wanted to talk to me, she started by saying that she had intended to speak to my father about my disgusting behaviour of exposing myself to schoolgirls and how she thought the police might take a very serious view of my actions, I tried to explain but I was in a state of real panic, my father would kill me, my mother would die of shame, the police might lock me up and I would lose my job, I began to beg her to say nothing and I promised I would never do anything like that again, she looked thoughtful and said she would think about it overnight and that I should come to see her at her home on Monday evening at 7pm to find out what she had decided to do
The front of her shorts were soaked
American. well there’s always ‘something’ to fix in their bedrooms…
….
. . However things were about to get a whole lot worse, as the very next day as I passing down Sarah’s street her mother called after me to come over as she wanted to talk to me, she started by saying that she had intended to speak to my father about my disgusting behaviour of exposing myself to schoolgirls and how she thought the police might take a very serious view of my actions, I tried to explain but I was in a state of real panic, my father would kill me, my mother would die of shame, the police might lock me up and I would lose my job, I began to beg her to say nothing and I promised I would never do anything like that again, she looked thoughtful and said she would think about it overnight and that I should come to see her at her home on Monday evening at 7pm to find out what she had decided to do
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