"I think it's time for you to go home, Reggie," he said, simply. Surprisingly there wasn't any real anger in his voice.
"Um. Yes, sir," Reggie said, grabbing his bag and leaving with an apologetic look towards me. He didn't have anything to feel bad about. If anything, I didn't like leaving him all worked up without release. But I did feel something, deep in the pit of my stomach. I told myself that it was fear of punishment. It wasn't.
I stood up and adjusted my clothes. They were disheveled, but everything was still buttoned and in place. I straightened my hair as if that made any difference. I found myself unable to meet my father's eyes.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
I blinked in surprise.
"Y...yes. Reggie didn't...he would never...um..."
"So you're saying that what you were doi
