Riving back home that night, I really found it difficult to get Diane out of my mind. For the first time since Connie, I had found a girl I really fel... attracted to. With Connie, it wasn't so much a physical attraction for her as it was another quality, which I had taken to labeling charisma. With Diane, it was a strong physical attraction, plus the fact I liked her flamboyant and exuberant approach to life. How many girls would have been willing to make the kind of public spectacle of. From the $50,000 I had agreed to contribute, $10,000 would be given over to the shop class, $10,000 for the music department, $20,000 into other academic needs and the rest would be used as the school saw fit. In actuality that would be given to the coaches to put into the football team.I could live with that, I had got what I really wanted out of the donation, as it could be classed as a charitable contribution, it didn’t actually cost me anything and gave Mr. Carter a nice boost to his years. When I reached his genital area he smiled and just told me to go easy, rub gently but not to stroke his cock, but rather just clean it thoroughly. I had to do the same on his balls, which reacted to my touch and got tighter in my hand. I had to go all the way down to his feet giving him a nice view of my wet body from above, breasts hanging down and ass up in the air which he didnt hesitate to slap a few times jokingly telling me what a good job I was doing and what a good little girl I was.. I couldn't find the courage to tell you."I sighed, and nodded. "I guess that's how we got to where we are now." Have you given up on me, Gerry?" she asked, tears brimming in her eyes.I closed my eyes and asked myself that same question. "No ... not yet," I said, looking at her, realizing I had told the truth. "Not yet. There are a bunch of people who don't want me to give up on you ... on us," I admitted.I saw a glimmer of hope show, a tight-lipped little smile following. "What do I have to.