.. or at least that's how many of my bathroom sessions came to a happy ending.But life went on, high school ended, and I was now a teacher in this rid...iculously posh prep school. One of those where preppy girls arrive in Cadillacs and have chauffeurs open the doors for them. I never bothered to check, but I'm sure the fathers and mothers of that school were nothing less than senators, governors and other money-loaded businessmen assholes. The job itself was alright, though, the school paid well. I can always skip class." replied Cal in a worriedtone. "I'm your friend, Mel. You know I'd do anything to help youwith your problem." Yeah, I know, Cal. And I really appreciate it. But I'll be fine.Really." Mel smiled again. "Just go to class." Okay. But if you have any problems, have them page me and I'll gethere as quick as I can." Yes, _mother_." he joked.Cal smiled. Maybe his friend would be alright after all. Gettingdumped by one girl, even one as pretty and popular as Lynette,. ........................At five sharp the bells rang and the girls of all houses were awake and grumpy . The “floating” canes were busy urging slowpokes into action and finally all the girls were seated ,doing their morning shit! No girl was naughty or swore because they now knew the consequence of doing so . They all plopped nicely and in good time and stepped into the showers for their minus freezing morning shower………..Two hundred nipples stood to attention as the icy water rained down on. “Is he right to?”“Well, so far…” she gave him a little wink, smiling wickedly as she took a drink.The conversation continued like so for a little while, simply small talk I won’t bore you with. I could see him checking her out as they chatted. I asked her if she had noticed and she tapped her glass once. I asked her if she liked it. One tap. Was it turning her on? One tap.“Pretend to get something from your purse on the floor. Lean down and unfasten a button on your blouse.” I told her.She.