We drank and talked and it felt like i met a potential partner, she was everything i wanted in a girl. Then, after we finished the bowl, i noticed she... was very tipsy, and just about four sheets to the wind! Another ballad played, and we held each other again, and as i touched her back, she kind of moaned softly and said, oh that feels gooooooood.I tried to hide it, but could feel an erection building in my pants. i tried to pull slightly away from her to let it cool down, praying that she did. Oldham sidelong glances when my questions showed a particular lack of awareness.What I was able to pick up while listening to their casual conversation at breakfast was that Mrs. Ford was a single mother, her husband having passed away a year or so before. Being faced with the need to work, Mrs. Ford had enrolled her son at C.M.A. After learning from her step-son that I attended the school and had stated that it would take more than tennis to make her son ready for what was in store for him,. Then voices in the street.I looked out the window.M0m was on the hood of Mr. Tierney's car gettingthe living shit fucked out of her by the paperb0y.Then I noticed other neighbors fucking like dogs in heaton lawns, porches, everywhere!Weird dream. HAS to be.That guy I fucked last night had bad weed.THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!Three neighbors suddenly burst through my bedroom door,Mr and Mrs. Maglio and their son Paulie, allthree of them totally naked.“GRAB THE BITCH!!” she screamed, and the twoguys. The following week I handed in my Art homework as usual it had been a landscape and I knew that I could do that okay so I had no worries, school went on and I sat my exams and on the last day of term I once again saw Miss Cartwright. "Are Peter, your last day at school have you learnt your lesson in how to behave and not to fantasize over your teachers" 'There is only one teacher I fantasize over Miss and that is you' I felt bold now as it was the last day of term and I reasoned that she could.