Emerson could see the outline of my body through my dress. Finally, he looked up…saw me…smiled, said: “Oh yes Sherry…I almost forgot. Come ...in and close the door. I closed the door and walked to his little desk. We were alone and I wondered about it all. “Let’s talk,” he said, “about poetry and why we study it…how you will learn to enjoy it because, after all, lots of poetry is about love and affection.” I was blushing and felt a thrill. I didn’t know why.Mr. Emerson opened a book on his. The students locked themselves into little computer cubicles to conduct their research online or in bigger conference rooms for study groups. Jimmy found Steven at the back corner where a small sectional sofa was flanked by an overstuffed chair. Steven was seated in the chair with a large brief bag at his feet. O’Reilly took a seat on the sofa facing Fitzgerald.“What’s in the bag,” Jimmy whispered.“A photocopy,” Steven answered.“How do I know it’s everything.”“You don’t. I guess you will have. " Slowly Mia stripped down to her red lace bra and panties. "Very sexy undies for a teacher. I think they fit a stripper better." Jenna said as she slowly began to circle around Mia. "Lose 'em." Mistress please," she pleaded."Get them off bitch!" Jenna yelled startling Mia. She let out a whine but removed her bra and slowly dropped her panties. "Very nice, this stays bald," she said as she reached out and rubbed Mia's pussy. When she tried to step away Jenna growled and, dropped the crop and. I slung the rifle over my shoulder and walked in. They allow that sort of thing since they have a pistol range in house and a rifle tube but it is only able to handle .22LR rounds in it. The check in process included me handing the rifle to the nice man behind the counter who checked the action, making sure it wasn't loaded and him putting a safety cable through the action and magazine space making it impossible to use it. I threw it back over my shoulder and went back to the gun area. I looked.