Sheila watched him and sighed in disappointment. He was right. Besides, they could get back to business as soon as she got rid of whoever was calling her.
"Don't jack off." Sheila said as she rolled off the bed and started toward the doorway. She almost collapsed on the floor from sexual weakness as her knees quivered under her.
"This'll be hot and ready for you when you get back," Frank said, grinning at her as she ran out into the hall.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mrs. Kane? This is the vice-principal at Hoover High School. I hate to call you again about the same thing, but John's been in a fight," the man said sympathetically over the phone.
"Oh, noooo. Was he hurt?" Sheila asked as her heart pounded away in honor.
"No. In fact, the other boy took a pretty bad beating. Your other son Bob came in and helped his brother. Then other boys joined, and, well, before you know it…"
"I know, I know," Sheila groaned. The old scandal was following them wherever they moved.
This was the second high school her sons had been placed in since the divorce, and it was no better than the first.
"According to school rules, the parents must come down to pick up their children after an event like this. Counseling and all that, if you know what I mean," the vice-principal said softly. Sheila began to feel that the man was sounding more like an obscene caller than a school official.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Sheila said as she tried to control the fire racing through her snapping snatch. "Just keep them on ice for a while."
"Will do, Mrs. Kane. See you soon," the man mumbled in the receiver, as Sheila hung up.
"Damn!" the blonde said, banging her fist against the coffee table. She hated people for following her and her sons wherever they went and bringing up an ugly past event. Sheila prayed that people would forget. But they seemed to enjoy taunting them into corners until all they could do was lash out.