We were just laying on his bed cuddling. I felt like we had been married for years because of how we connected. I sat up and crawled over to straddle ...Paxton. I ran my fingernail from his belly button down to his leg; I wanted to make him hard again. I wanted more action from my English teacher! "Lexsie... You make me so hot," Mr. Schaffer whispered to me. "That was my goal." I winked at him and bent down to kiss him. I heard him let out a whiny-moan type of thing. I felt him start to get hard. Then had the nerve to leave me a note saying she'll replace them. I have yet to see them. Then on Wednesday I was working on a project for work when suddenly the power went out because Melissa forgot to pay her half of the electric bill. Luckily I saved my work on a CD-ROM. That afternoon at work, I had missed another lunch break because I had to cover for another co-worker of mine. After work, my so-called boyfriend Tim was supposed to take me to dinner but he had a paper to work on for his. “You, too.”We fingered my ass together. I could feel the hair on his finger with each stroke. The hair on the back of his hand and arm grazed my thigh with each movement.“Another one,” I asked. “Put another one in now?”He waited until only the tips of our fingers remained, then he added a second finger. He wrapped his other hand around our hands, holding our fingers deep in my butt. Now, he controlled the pace. He used his grip on our hands to keep us together, to keep us in unison. He. . how do you define Well?" She didn't disgrace the family ... she scored well within her educational age group ... she wasn't outstanding nor was she on the left side of the bell curve ... she was adequate. That is how I define well." Then, no ... I'd have to say she did not do well. She was well outside of established norms for her educational age group, she was more than adequate, and she demolished the bell curve. Hers will be one of nine scores dismissed from the calculations so as not to.