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    Chapter 4

    We slowly and silently made our way to her car, as we approached, I noticed a woman leaning against the now-familiar blue Saab. This was something I hadn’t considered, what if this was miss Porter’s girlfriend, and now I had to car share and try not to look like some love-struck teen.

    “Hey, everything ok?” the stranger asked

    “Yeah, Kit we’re all good.” Looking back at me and gesturing “Tina, Kit. Kit, Tina”

    “Hey,” Kit replied, “You have a good night?”

    I automatically felt at ease around this woman and relaxed a bit.  “For the most part,” I said. Something was familiar about Kit, but I couldn’t place what. Miss Porter was still clearly pissed at the situation and gestured for me to get into the back of the car.

    Climbing in the car I realised that Kit was driving Miss Porter’s car, makes sense my brain filled in, you tasted alcohol on her breath when you kissed her. Slinking back into the seat I hoped the darkness of the car would hide my blushing at the memory.

    “So where to kids?” Kit asked starting the car and pulling out of the lot.

    “What’s your address, Tina?” Miss Porter asked me.

    Oh, hell no, my mom will kill me on sight and then take out all witnesses. “You know you could just drop me at Al’s, might be safer for all concerned,” I giggled at the end of my sentence hoping to bring some levity into the car however Porter was having none of it.

    Swinging around from the front seat she again said, “Address Tina?”

    Giving Kit directions to my house, I sat back trying to work out how I was going to explain this away.

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    About 45 minutes later we pulled up outside my house, throughout the drive Miss Porter and Kit had discussed the plan for getting me back home. They’d both concluded that Kit would be better to take me to the door and explain a slightly edited version of my night to whichever parent answered. I was happy when both seemed to realise that my being at a gay bar all night and being bought home in the early hours by the new, suspiciously man-free, teacher wasn’t going to be good for anybody.

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