Comfort her

Holding the stricken teen you gently stroke her back as she sobs against your chest. So much for avoiding drama, you think with a sigh, wondering how much of this school you can take before you collapse from emotional overload. Or a surfeit of teen pussy, you think with a smirk.

"Hush Valerie," you say soothingly. "Things will work out. Your parents will meet with Ms. Naylor and Coach Watts and I and everything will be ok."

"Will it?" she asks, turning a tearful face up to look at you. "Will it really Daddy? I can't leave here! I just can't! I won't leave my two new daddies!"

"It will be fine," you reassure her, wondering if you're raising false hopes in her. "But if you are called to this meeting remember that you can't call Coach Watts and I 'Daddy'. That would create problems for everyone. Problems that wouldn't go away."

"I know Daddy. I won't. I'll be your good girl, just like I promised." She wriggles against you, hugging you hard as she rests her face against your chest.

You're out of sight of the campus, but standing in the open. You feel **** if anyone decides to take a stroll to the lake, and gently pry Valerie off you. She gives a little whimper, looking at you with a worry crumpled face, fearing rejection.

"We have to be careful Valerie. We can't be open about things. It would be too easy to be seen here, and you know what might happen then."

"Yes," she says sadly, her chin wobbling. "You might have to leave. I couldn't stand that Daddy, I just couldn't."