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Twenty Five
“So you don’t want me to take it?” she asked as she looked at him. She was confused about the way he was right now versus what he was the night before. The panic he had the night before was completely gone. Now he was saying it didn’t matter. She knew that it did but not the way he had made it seem the night before. She would listen to him and then make her decision though she knew that she was okay with what happened the night before.
“I want you to do what you want to do. If you want to take that chance, then we will deal with it, but together. Kristen, I want you to think about everything and what you really want out of life. There is a good chance that because of who we are, this is real and will be happening. Maybe not this time, but soon if we continue without the protection of some sort. You are the one who will be the most affected by it. It is your choice.” Greg said softly as he ran his hand down her back. “one
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“So she works for you?” the man chuckled.“Yes,” Greg said. “She isn’t a student anymore, no conflict. Please remember that I teach sixth grade now. I don’t teach in the high school any longer.”“I see.” The older man said. He knew that he could not really say anything to Greg in this. It was well known among most of the teachers in the high school that the man had his favorite students every year. Though no one had proof of the possible affairs, they were there and happening in the school. “I think that middle school will be good for you.”“I hope so,” Greg said as the man walked away.“What was that about?” Kristen asked as she looked at Greg. She knew more had been said without the use of words. Though she might not have understood things the way they had happened, she did know that Greg had staked his claim on her in front of the man. Sh
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“What?” She asked as she placed the phone on speaker. She looked up to Greg and knew he was slightly surprised that she spoke like that. It wasn’t like her. He knew then how tired and worn out she really was.“Are you done with this farce?” Her mother asked. “I don’t know how you got all your stuff out of the house, but it is time to come back and end this little stunt you are playing. I mean, Kristen, we all know you aren’t with a man. It is simply impossible to think about. That is how we should have known you were lying last night.”“Mom, it isn’t a stunt,” Kristen said. “I moved out. I am fine, and right now, I am unpacking, so I am a little busy and tired.”“Who was that man we talked to last night?” her mother demanded.“That is Greg,” Kristen said. She was careful not to say his last name. Knowing that her mother could have poss
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