Whatever the case, I walked into the classroom with the usual friendly greeting: a shave-and-a-haircut knock. He turned around at his desk and looked ...at me. ‘Well, I’m glad you could come by.’ I nodded. ‘I got this note in second period to come by here this afternoon.’ ‘Yes, I sent it. I wanted to discuss a lesson I was planning to teach you.’ ‘OK,’ I said, casually sitting on the edge of his desk. I crossed my legs so as not to appear so tomboyish in my skirt and faced him. ‘Well, what is. I want his assistant and any others who did the actual work to be transferred over here to work under me."Her now ex-boss looked at her and smiled, "Great idea. You just might be equal to the task. You also must keep that young man tamed and friendly. I hope so because right now he is a loose cannon who might go off at any moment. You and I would both be hurt a whole lot if he is not kept damned happy."She looked at him in surprise. She felt a few tendrils of fear work their way through her. Some time ago, when she first introduced me to that dreaded implement, she had decided to demonstrate that although it might be painful, sometimes exceedingly so, she always knew precisely what she was doing. She told me to take off all my clothes and lie on the bed with my feet in the air, hands holding my knees. This was not a position I was inexperienced in. In my line of work it is often required! She spent a few minutes doing something rather delicious with her tongue and then pushed a. . I'm not gay! How can I prove I'm not?" You'll have to trust me, Marie. Can you do that?" Marie nodded. Crystal revealed what she had brought in: a rubber dildo.Marie was incredulous, staring. "What--? What am I supposed to do with that?" What do you think, dummy? I need to show you what you've been missing, and this will help. I know you've been using your fingers, but lesbians do that too. You need to know what it's like to have a cock inside you." Crystal held the rubber phallus out to her.