“He must be about 35,” Gail was thinking while trying to see more of the passenger next to her. He definitely has a professorial air around him bu...t there is something else that unconsciously intrigued her she admitted. His hands kept on drawing her attention, strong hands but with a sensual tone to them. Tanned but not in a salon kind of way. Way to dark for a pasty academic she thought. As the plane levelled out and the seat belt lights blinked out the crew started coming around with drinks.. She had heard of petticoat disciplinebut thought little of it. Would it truly work she thought to herself.Would she be able to transform her son into the picture perfect daughtershe had always longed for? She shook those thoughts of self doubt asideas she knew she could and would.The next day she rid her son of his video games and any otherdistractions that would interfere with her plans. She forbid him fromseeing his friends and grounded him. Miss Styles gave the ultimatum thathe would either. He never bragged about his size, similar to me, I never bragged about my 6-pack, just had it, and worked to keep it. When we finished off dinner, I was horny. The girls wanted to go out, but I wanted sex. Mary would have nothing to with that. So we went out as a group to a local bar. We drank and danced, and had a good time listening to the southern county rock and talking. John was real cool, acting completely straight, saying nothing to give away our dirty little secret. After midnight we. Most of the specifics faded over time, but the residual "that guy's weird" remained. I tell you this to give a little context. I became the quiet guy who sits in the back of class and doesn't speak unless spoken to, and that's how I went through most of my high school career. Theater Arts was the only exception. If you asked the principal, Theater Arts was the class that taught acting, improvisation, shit like that. If you asked a student, it was the class everyone wanted to take, mostly thanks.