He hadn’t been asked if he wanted to leave Pittsburgh. Nobody ever asked him what he thought about anything.“So, Jeffery Ralston, Junior, you can ...call me Mrs. Warren,” the white woman said.“The woman at the store called you ‘Teacher.’”“So she did. When we met, I was teaching at the school we just left. You saw the children as they poured out. People around here often address those teachers as ‘Teacher Nelson’ or ‘Teacher Purcell.’ I was ‘Teacher Kendrick’ before I got married. Anyway, what do I. We moved together to the music. Her body was warm and molded against me. Sliding my hands up and down her back, lightly caressing her. I could feel her nuzzling her face into my neck sending shivers all through me. The music changed to a heavy beat and suddenly the crowd was pressing in against us, pushing me into her as our bodies slowly grinded against one another like a living orgy on the dance floor. Everything became one there on the dance floor. I looked deep into her eyes and saw for the. He motioned me to sit on his lap. With my coat as cover, he slid his hand under my shirt and started to play with my nipples. I took his hand and shoved it down the waistband of my skirt. My pussy lips were swollen and my juices were running down my thighs from the taxi ride. So there we sat in the lobby with hotel guests and employees milling around us. What an exhilarating feeling that was… my lover’s hands in my pussy and tugging on my nipples and no one knew. But, as I was on the brink of. .I like being this pretty and amazingly endowed amazonian lady-guy.----*Epilogue the First: Notes from the Other Side of High School*I found this journal again digging through some old stuff on my way offto college. I figured it deserved a bit of a wrap up. It took a few yearsfor me to piece together the political consequences of my littleexperiment. A lot of this was simply because I was pretty busy in HighSchool with sports, friends (including my Period Pals), and even schoolwork. Politics.