A Pair for the Principal
A Pair for the Principal "This weekend," said Dr. Grimes as he leaned back in his expensive chair and patted his pot belly, "I could use two girls; got some company coming." He smiled. "Poker game." "No problem," the coach said, "how about the twins. I think you know them." Grimes leaned forward. "Perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. What are they, sixteen now?" "Think so." He always brought the girl back late on Sunday and let the coach get her home. That usually gave him a...