They didnt believe me but I didnt care as long as they left me alone. After lunch was my study period. As I was walking down the hall to the study hal...l Mrs. Barnes grabbed me by the arm and said Come with me Mrs Barnes is in her fifties maybe even sixties she has so many wrinkles we call her the prune. She drug me to her class room and told me to get under her desk she told me she had heard the girls talking. I ask her what I was supposed to do under the desk. Her answer was to do what I do. He begins running his hands down my sides lightly touching me... almost tickling down my legs and to the inside of my knees. I rub him down and cupping his balls in my hand as his other hand reaches to touch me, to stroke up and down. His fingers touching as lightly as he moves them slowly up the inside of my thighs.We arrange ourselves on the bed, molded to each other, to our wants, needs, and desires. “Ah! Yes," escapes my soft wanting lips. Pleading comes from my voice which seems so far. I needed some money and I needed help quickly.One more thing to know about me. Because of some of the things we did in Special Forces in places like Afghanistan long before the first Gulf War, me and some of my buddies were able to make a few bucks under the noses of our commanding officers. The drug trade was flourishing and we just thought it was our due to confiscate some of the dollars from the locals. It was a safe bet that they wouldn't complain and we were not a group that they wanted to. The puppies.”I pulled her flip-flops from my back pocket and handed them to her.“You didn’t seem to want to wear them anymore. I’ve got a little girl that doesn’t like clothes. She takes them off anywhere she doesn’t have to wear them,” I told Sally. “I would guess you aren’t the only one who loses your shoes a lot. Your dress is made from flour sacks and I suspect so are your panties. These flip-flops sell for twenty-five cents when bought in bulk. The shorts you borrowed from your sister cost.