When this young woman came in that I guessed to be a university student, yet she dressed with class. A tight white sweater, short skirt that showed of...f her long tanned shapely legs (my weakness.) I looked her over as she stood in line and she looked me over where I sat with a mischievous smile on her full lips. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl's toes. No rings she. " I will find out, one way or the other," Howie said.Coach said, "Simmer down."The guidance counselor said you threatened him," the coach said."That toad. I asked him to talk to Becky. I told him to move me out of AP classes so Becky could take them. He told me that was not a good reason to change classes. I told him to Please do it, but I never threatened him."Coach said, "Howie, you can be threatening without saying anything." What he saw was that I was pissed. I didn't threaten him or move. I began to think of myself as an attractive woman. My newfound confidence, together with my clear complexion and new figure, did wonders for my relationships with men. In high school, everything seemed to be about sex, but it wasn’t because I was sexy, it was because the boys were so desperate. If I went on a date with a boy, and I didn’t ‘put out,’ at least a little something, I would never see the boy again. Even the two boys I did go out with on a more regular basis were always pawing and. He looked at her full in the face. "Why are you saying this?" He demanded from her."Because it's the truth Sir." She answered, not breaking eye contact. "Check for yourself if you want to." You're not just saying what you think I want to hear?" He questioned."No Sir, I honestly feel that way. As I said, you can feel the evidence for yourself." She blushed again, but did not try to hide her face this time. She knew that this would be the first time he had touched her naked flesh, other than to.