You drive to the park.

Krystal and Lili had been pensive on the walk to the car. Even though you'd kept the girls largely ignorant of your issues with Coach Reese. With the mass shuffling of students, and now your warning in the gym. The girls would have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to see something was very wrong with the football team.

After getting into the car, Krystal was no longer able to contain herself and blurted out. "Uncle, what the fuck is wrong with the football team?"

You take a few minutes and give them a condensed rundown on what's going on. You pointedly do not tell them about what he did to the last cheer coach. Nor do you say anything about the Kitty Club.

"That's some seriously fucked-up shit, Uncle!" Krystal burst out after you finished.

"It certainly is," you agree with a nod. "What makes it worse is I can't go to Barbara or the police with what I've got."

"Because if you do, what you're doing with us might come out," Lili burst in. Your sad nod said everything that needed to be said.

"Let's go home," you suddenly announce. As the engine roared to life, the radio came on, and the station was giving the weather report.

"Tonight there will be scattered thunderstorms with periods of light rain that will continue through tonight and well into tomorrow."

"Hmmm, going to be a wet night..." you mumble.

Despite the seriousness that had rocked the three of you, Krystal managed to lighten things with her remarks. "Yeah, someone's getting wet."

Shaking your head, you pop the car into reverse and pull out of the parking space. For the first part of the commute home, you listened in as Krystal gave Lili the rundown of your encounter with Clara yesterday.

Lili squealed in delight after Krystal finished giving her the low dow. "If you bring Clara home, can we watch you take her?"

You glance back at her through the rear view.

"Well, see, baby girl," is all you promise.

Clouds, dark and heavy, with moisture, were definitely making their presence known by the time you were pulling into home. Getting out, you could feel the spike in the humidity.

The three of you head inside and are greeted by Sunyi coming out of the laundry room with a basket piled high with clean laundry. Looking at her, you decide to screw having her cook and call out. "Sunyi, how does pizza sound for dinner?"

Her reply was promptly drowned out by Krystal and Lili screaming; their delight was followed by demands on breadsticks and Hawaiian pizza. The former you would do, but that latter... pineapple on pizza was an abomination.

"I'll order dinner, and then I need to get some work done." You pause and turn your whole attention to Krystal. "That means no ambushing me, Krystal. Am I clear?"

Krystal flutters her eyelashes as you act like she is innocent. "I would never, uncle."

"Really... that's how you're going to play this." You playfully reply before heading into your bedroom and locking the door. Have to keep honest people honest.

Sitting down at the desk. You open your briefcase and take out the laptop, bra, and B drawing. Closing it, you sit on the bed, then grab your phone.

Opening up your phone's browser, you go to Marcos and order an Ultimate Manifico, cinnesquares, and a salad. You knew Krystal would complain, but pineapple on pizza was a hill you were willing to die on.

At the last minute you add on a salad and some wings. There were four of you. Then you briefly sit the phone down while powering on the laptop.

After booting, you logged into the school to find the number you needed. Quickly finding it, you dial the number and bring the phone to your ear.

After listening to it ring three times, you hear a female voice pickup asking, "Si?"

"Hi, my name's Jason Clarkson from Tempest High School trying to reach the mother of Nidia Garcia."

The voice shifts, saying, "Oh good, thank you for calling. Mr. Clarkson, I'm Isabella, Nidias's mother."

Isabella's voice was smooth and cultured. Having never met the woman, you couldn't help but wonder if the woman matched the voice.

Taking a breath you say. "The reason I'm calling Mrs. Garcia..."

"Please, call me Isabella."

You nod, saying. "Very well, Isabella then. Now according to Nidia, you're requesting a meeting at the consulate or at home, correct?"

You can hear her smile over the phone. "Yes, that's right. I'm glad my little flower didn't try to weasel out of asking you."

That surprised you. You hadn't interacted with her a lot. But Nidia didn't strike you as someone who tries to weasel out of something.

Isabella snorted as if she could read your mine. "You'll find, Señor Clarkson, that Nidia can be quite brazen about some things; others... not so much."

"That's probably true of all teenagers," you murmur before turning back to the reason for your call.

"Normally the school would have an issue with the teacher meeting with a student's parents off-site." You pause before adding. "In this case though, what they don't know can't hurt them."

There was silence for several seconds before Idabella spoke. "I'm glad you're willing to—sidestep certain, we shall say, policies in order to accommodate my request."

"I love talking with parents who actually want to be involved with how their children are doing in class." You really hoped she didn't hear the lie in your voice. You were calling because of puppy dog eyes and, if you're being honest, her monstrous breasts.

When she didn't say anything, you continued. "So my schedule is jammed for tomorrow, so unless I can meet with you Saturday afternoon. The earliest we could have our meeting would be next Tuesday."

You hear her start moving around and assume she's opening up a planner. After a few seconds she speaks up, saying. "Tuesday is no good; that night I'm flying to Washington. I would appreciate it if we could meet here at my estate on Saturday at 2:30."

You agree, and she gives you the address. Hanging up the phone, your left wondering. Isabella had called there home an estate. Estates implied wealth. Why would someone rich enough...

You quickly realize it doesn't matter. Maybe she just wants her daughter around regular people. You hear a peal of thunder heralding tonight's rain and turn back to the unread messages from your students' parents. Going through and answering them, you had just finished the last one when you heard.

Knock, knock, knock...

"Uncle Jason, dinner is here."

You stretch, calling out. "I'll be right out, Krystal."

You hear her walk off and spend a few moments working on the kink in your neck. Other than the papers that still needed grading, you were caught up.

Getting up, you unlock the bedroom door and walk out to join the girls in the kitchen. Coming out of the hallway, you see all three of them at the table dividing up the food.

Passing them, you go into the kitchen to get something to drink. When Krystal predictably complains. "Uuuunnnccclle, you didn't get any pineapple."

Opening the fridge, you grab a can of Diet Coke, replying. "That's right, I didn't."

"Meanie..." she claps back when you see a flash of lightning through the sliding glass door going out back.

Wandering over to the glass, you peer out into the backyard. Sure enough, it was coming down at a decent rate.

Briefly waking up, the beast growled. "I bet she'll still turn up."

"We'll see," you think to yourself as you join the girls at the table. The conversation was pretty lively as you ate together.

Unlike previous dinners, it seemed like the girls had made a truce about suggestive comments and questions, and Sunyi. If you'd not lived it, you would never have expected that the shy, demure woman currently sitting across from you. It was the same woman who, not 24 hours ago, demanded you breed her daughter. Then she scissored her for the better part of an hour.

After filling up on pizza and wings, your thoughts turned back to Maddie.

I'm moving in; make it happen. It wasn't a request but a decree from upon high. The girls were hopped up on pizza and sugar. Surely there was no better time to broach the subject.

Taking a drink, you casually dropped the bomb. "Girls, how would you feel about Maddie moving in?"

All conversation stopped as three females looked at each other. Sunyi was expressionless. But you suspected given how submissive she's been with you. If you said we're moving to the moon, she'd just ask when the trucks are arriving.

Krystal and Lili both looked at each other, and you swore you could hear the silent question they asked each other. Where would she sleep?

Krystal turned to regard you, and she asked a simple one-word question, "Why?"

You could give a thousand bullshit answers, but Lili's was immediate and on the button. "Because she wants his dick."

You could see a pout building in Krystal. You mentally started bracing for the fit when Sunyi reached out, taking her hand.

"So long as they are not excluded," was the quiet decree.

Knowing you, niece, you were still expecting her to blow up. Surprisingly, she doesn't. She seems to wilt and after a moment murmurs. "Fine, she can stay, as long as we can still get fucked."

Without a word Sunyi turns to you and nods. Of course you see a tiny smirk flitter across her lips before she returns to the demure expression she'd been sporting.

The conversation then turns to the mundane questions of how and when. You were going to have to talk with Maddie but didn't think then when would be for a week or two.

The how... that's easier. You imagined that once Jennifer found out there would be a battalion of cheerleaders on hand for any moving.

After finishing dinner the girls wandered off to their rooms to do their homework. While you and Sunyi retired to the couch to watch Netflix and chill. While flipping through the options, she told you she was a fan of Lucider. Not feeling anything else, you started the show. With her snuggled up against you, you watched three episodes before the loud buzzing of the dryer disturbed you.

Sunyi got up to go deal with the laundry, and you weren't feeling it anymore; you exited Netflix and sat the remote down.

"Would she show?" echoed up from the back of your mind.

Getting up, you wander over to the front door and open it.

"I hope so," you murmur out loud as you stare at the steady rain. Closing the door, you walk back to your bedroom.

8:32pm: Read your clock radio. An hour and a half till you told her be there. You saw the desire burning in her in your classroom. But was it enough for a 45-minute walk in the rain?

Heading into the bathroom, you open up the medicine cabinet and retrieve the little blue pills you got from your doctor.

"You don't need those," growled a suddenly offended beast.

"Probably not." You silently agreed. You were pretty certain that just like that Friday in the gymnasium. One look at Clara's perfect body spread out before you and you'd be beyond hard.

"Better to be safe than sorry," you think to yourself as you pop it into your gullet. Pill won't go to waste anyways. If Clara doesn't show you know that neither teen would object to being woken up.

Sitting down on your computer chair, you stare at the clock until 9:30. Then, after grabbing a jacket, you walk out to your car. There were only a few cars and no pedestrians out. Driving over to Rockbelly Park, you could feel the nerves building.

Pulling into the parking lot, your cock was already at half mast. Cutting the engine, the only sound was that of the rain impacting your roof.

10 minutes go by with nothing but the sound of rain and the occasional rumble of thunder. Another 10 minutes go by; nothing, no sign of movement except that of the raindrops sliding down your windshield.

10 more minutes and your blood was pounding so hard you'd swear it was bruising your veins. It was after 10pm, and doubts were rising, and they were trying to choke you.

Then after the first whisper, "Maybe I should just go home." A flash of lightning briefly lit up the sky.

At that moment, you see it. A humanoid figure next to the huge play structure you used as a child. There's another flash of lighting, and you see it's coming your way. Finally, you see a shadow moving in the darkness.

Needing to see if it was Clara and not an unlucky bum, you turn on your headlight.