Teaching Hubby’s Mistress – chapter 2
– When Chloe moved in Monday afternoon, my son Jonathan was at a friend’s house down the street and Gerald was at the museum. Instead of using a moving van, a friend dropped her off in our driveway. She was only carrying a backpack and one suitcase. I felt sorry for her. I’d hate to be poor and have so little. “Hi, Mrs. Anderson.” I said, “Hello again, Chloe. Since I’m not your teacher anymore, you can call me Rochelle. Follow me to the guest house and I’ll show you around.” I led her in and pointed out the rooms. “The kitchen is over there. The living room has an electric fireplace. There’s a tub and shower in the upstairs bathroom, but the downstairs one only has a toilet and sink. I’d suggest you use …