Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt and off her shoulders, and then dropping it onto the bed next to me. I could detect smal...l wet spots from her leaking nipples as the material had turned almost see through. She reached behind her as she unhooked her bra. She pulled the straps off her shoulders as the cups clung to her breasts. Looking into my eyes she slowly pulled the bra down, exposing her full breasts to my hungry gaze. I subconsciously licked my lips as she let. “How come?”“Ms. Kingsly is the only one who could get them out of detention,” Krista said.“But she was the one who let us form the club and plan the party at school.” Then he sighed. How foolish of him.“What is it?”“The club was supposed to fail. Think about it, a bunch of bullied teens beat out jocks in a sex contest. No way did she think that would work.”“And the party was supposed to fail too, if Nora had her way. This school is broken at the core. The teachers were against us from the. As thesun was setting by now, I figured that I was unlikely to meet up withanyone, and I hoped that the increasing darkness would hide at leastsome of my non-feminine attributes. My sense of despair was beingreplaced by fury as I set out to walk home. How could my wife do this tome? On top of it all, with dusk, it was starting to get cold! I wished Ihadn't been so eager to show off my legs and had worn a longer, warmerskirt.The cooling temperature did also cool off my anger. I actually began. Better to go when there was no one in the halls to see me. There were a lot of stairs between me and the art room, but I am an athlete. I knocked on the art room door on principle, then entered. Leaving the lights off, I closed the door behind me and locked it. You could beat this lock with a spork, but it wouldn’t have felt right not to lock it behind me. It would thwart anyone who didn’t have a spork. I went into the art supply closet, which was more like a small room; it was divided by a.