Sarah recognized a lilting Chopin waltz flowing from under the player’s fingers as Vivienne beckoned to her with two little glasses in her hands. �...�A toast to the solstice,’ she smiled handing Sarah the glasses. Carefully Vivienne dipped a ladle into a small crystal bowl holding a golden brew and poured small portions into the two tiny glasses. ‘What is it?’ Sarah queried. ‘It’s mead. It’s mostly honey and malt… among other things,’ Vivienne added with an amused tilt of her brows. ‘You mean. I want to take all my classes with him, Susan."Damn! Either the students really liked me or Carolyn, the dead and previous teacher, was already so dead when she taught that it made me look really good."This is from a freshman girl," Brecker said. "Mr. Cooper is a really, really, really, really good teacher. I know a lot more than I used to know about science. When I came to him for advice, he always made me feel so good after being with him. He helped open me up and he made me feel free to come. I bought them so he'd fuck me," she whispered."Doesn't he fuck you?" Of course. But not always the way I want it."Her smile grew slowly after she said it. It became wider and more lascivious by the second. It was my turn to be impressed.I nodded toward the rest rooms."Don't button up. Just bring me your bra." I'll be right back," she said. She was still smiling as she left our booth.I watched her cross the room, circle the bar, then disappear. Linda always turned a few heads in public, even. "I started taking off my clothes and again tried to explain that thepanties were all mine and that I really did wear them."I don't doubt it, faggot. Your panties are all so pretty. I can't waitto see you wearing them. Where are your bras, dear?"I told her I kept my bras in the third drawer. I'm not sure why she'dopened my dresser in the first place. The first two drawers were filledwith panties. The third drawer had about 30 bras and some tights."Fuckin' tights. What else am I going to find in.