Teacher of that school. He said that the teacher gets a free time at 10 and can be found in boy’s locker room near to basket-ball court. Well for a ...while I thought “why should I say hi, he can call him to say that but well if he agrees on this point then no problem.” I agreed in no time. After 10 min of French kissing my station came and I got out of coach. I was not in mood of getting late on the very first day so didn’t bothered about the baldy and moved out of station.As I reached the campus. I ate before I came over so I sat in a chair and watched him eat. I took off the apron though he didn't ask me to do so. I just felt freer without clothing. He didn't talk or anything except for a couple of compliments on the meal.When he finished he said, "Clean up and meet me in the playroom."So that's what he called that room. Playroom. He was playing with me - I guess."Yes, sir."I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.When I entered the playroom, he was sitting on the padded. " And did she?" Yeah," I replied as I lit a cigarette."So how come, you stayed over?" she asked."Well Dad got George drinking and I wouldn't let him drive so we had tostay with Aunt Karen." So she had plenty room then." "Eh well yes and no," I said hesitating slightly."So where did you all sleep?" Well she had a spare camp bed so Melissa slept there me and George hadto share." There was a silence."You slept with him?" I could feel my face go red as she spoke; I took a draw on the. Refreshments had been stored in a cooler and were passed around to everyone not long after they left the retreat. A fruit punch that was very tasty but spiked with rum. All of the teens on this trip had drunk alcohol before but did not notice just how strong the alcohol was. They would soon. The two girls, 16 and 17, in the very rear were French and lived with their parents in the port city of Lagos. Their father was a sea captain and spent a lot of time away from home. Not only his daughters.