You bet!

"Sure Sharon! I'd love one."

She tossed you the beer from across the kitchen, and then proceeded to sit down in the lounge chair across from you. "So, Doug! How's school?"

"You know, it's not too bad. A lot of work, not much time to relax. But I'm happy that it's going well." Sharon shot you a quizzical look. "Any bullying problems? I know girls at your age tend to get really feisty."

"No, not really. My friend Ashley tends to keep the crazy ones away, for the most part. How's work in the inner-city school?" you took a sip from your beer, and noticed Sharon had already chugged one down.

"Really rough" she said, as she got up to get another beer. "These kids have no resources at all, and it's hard to get through to them. Sometimes I feel like I need another kind heart to help me get them to understand." She sat down, and took a swig from her bottle. "But I can imagine you understand stuff like that; your high school has some classmates from the area I teach, right?"

Her question made you remember an incident at school a few days back, with one of the inner city girls taking her dick out of her panties and slapping another classmate. You nearly choked on your sip, and Sharon chuckled. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about." She laughed. You rolled your eyes at her, and she winked at you, before folding and unfolding her legs. You caught yourself staring at her skirt, but she was covered by some blackout panties that went down to her upper thigh. You quickly corrected yourself, and looked down at your beer.

"Yeah, they've been pretty funny, although a little bit distracting in class." You looked up, and noticed Sharon eyeing you. "You're having trouble with distractions, huh?" You turned red in the face, and noticed that you had started to feel tipsy. Jeez, after one beer? "Yeah, they're loud a lot of the time." Sharon's face turned a bit sour. "Come on, Doug. They have family problems and dynamics that affect their behaviors." She stood up, in a rather imposing manner, before relaxing and going to the fridge for her third beer. "I'd have hoped your mom would've taught you well to respect other people's backgrounds. That may have to fall to me!" She laughed.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"That must be mom!" You said, reaching for the door.

"Hi Doug! Oh, hi Sharon! You're early, I thought you said you'd be getting in later!"

"Yeah, I caught the earlier train, so I figured I'd catch up with Doug a bit. You look exhausted, maybe go upstairs and relax a bit, I'll get started on the barbecue and finish talking with Dougie."