Her hair was gone. In place of the long, dark brown waves she had a short buzz cut. If possible, it made her appear even more vulnerable and hurting. ...John kissed the top of her head, then began to move back to stretch out on the bed with her in an attempt to answer his aching arms and back. Slowly, they inched back until they he was lying with his head on the pillow. As John began to settle himself, she broke free from his grasp suddenly. He started in alarm, but Wippy simply sat up straight. She didn’t go back to that class the next day either and we heard she told her parents what happened as soon as she was able to get her mobile to ring them; they came to the school and raised a huge ruckus and the word is that the teacher who did that got suspended. We couldn’t find out anything about what happened after that, though. She’s not in our school anymore.“Anyway, right after I got done helping that girl, I marched right down to the Program teacher’s room with Mark and complained to. I kissed her neck, squeezed her boobs. She was moaning and moaning like anything, I took her boobs and squeezed it and sucked, she was panting while I did so, sucking one and pinching another one simultaneously.. She moaned heavily and heavily like ummm, ahhh, suck it bastard, suck my boobs, suck it its all yours mother fucker… These words made to bite her boobs and pinch those. Her breathing speed increased and she was sweating heavily.After this we drank another peg of whisky with coke mixed.. I hear that ugly sound of her tank backing up and swinging into her drive. I think to myself there is absolutely no way she doesn't come knocking soon, to apologise with some cliched apology dish or bottle of wine or something. The only questions are whether she showers first and what she brings.It's getting towards early evening now and she still hasn't come over to apologise. Maybe she isn't quite as prim and proper as I thought. Maybe she doesn't care enough. I've already rung the workshop,.