My grandmother lived in a small trailer next to our house. I would go over to visit and talk. One afternoon I went over. I was feeling pretty horny... on this particular afternoon too. My grandmother and I were just chit-chatting about this and that. My grandmother had had a mastectomy. She still had one of her breasts. I asked if I could see what it looked like where they had removed her breast. She didn't hesitate, pulled up her shirt and showed me. I then asked: "Can I see everything?". It was like she had been reading his mind, which made him feel uneasy. "Treating a teacher like a child would be totally unethical." It does seem to be effective though," Jennifer countered. "I saw how those girls looked when then went back to their seats. I'm willing to bet that none of them wants to find themselves bent over your desk again."Frank stood up and walked around his desk. He stood beside the fetching young teacher and leaned forward, his face now close enough to hers that he could. “I vill make you proud of me, mein Herr,” I promised fervently. “In all vays.” I held out my hand for the little house. Satisfied, he placed it on my small palm. “Do you now begin to know what this is, Kurt?”I stared up at him, my eyes wide, and shook my head.“Child, this is the House of Pain.”I curled my few fingers around the precious gift he had given me. “I accept it villingly.”Logan drains the beer from the bottle in his hand and drops it to the floor to join the four others that. Black Adam reached out and held her face in his hand. She seemed so small, so frail. It was almost impossible to believe that this tiny waif of a girl once housed the power of Shazam. He remembered acutely the power she once delivered with her fists. Yet, her face was so small, he could cup it almost entirely in his hand. His thumb stroked her check and wiped away a stray tear. Gently, he caressed her lips. They were blazing bright red with lipstick. He pulled her close and inhaled. For an.