“Made it their official job to love me,” I said softly to myself as we walked into the room in which the boys were about to wake for the first tim...e. It was less a ward, more a bedroom. It was actually a pick-up room. I felt as if I’m going to buy a brand new car straight off the showroom. Three in fact. The room smelled sweet. Thin rays of sunlight were everywhere. It was probably the closest I’d ever get to the feeling of entering a heaven for the first time. And there they were. My three. I begin by circling around the whole breast. I deliberately avoid touching my nipples until the time is just right. I move oh so slowly so that the journey from the bottom of my breast to the nipple might take a whole minute. My nipples ache to be touched but I move even slower, slower until I can’t bear to wait any longer. Then I pause and make myself wait. Then they are hard, hard enough that I can pinch them, quite hard. I pull them until they are like small buttons standing proud of my. Apparently I was not the only one who wanted to be a history teacher. Subbing barely paid the bills though. So when I heard of a position at a school down state, I took the job. It was eighth grade, state history. It meant moving to a place and a school I had never been to before, but I was up to the challenge.I got to the school a few days before students were scheduled to arrive. I was given a tour of the building by a fellow teacher, Miss Schafer. She taught math in the room right next to. My instinctive reactions of outrage and disbelief gave way to more practical thoughts. In the past couple of weeks my, our, sex life had been better than I ever could have imagined. There was a deliberate causational link in my wife’s story between what we were doing for Rob and Karen and our own improved relations. The next day I set out my position to her; “Look, I don’t mind being caught up in this situation that you’ve got us into, in fact part of me enjoys it immensely, but I won’t be.