Place your arms through the shoulderstraps. That's it, now reach up behind you and fasten the clasps."Easier said than done. I couldn't get my arms an...where near high enoughto fasten the damned thing. "There is another way to do it," she said cryptically, "but, you're goingto learn the right way. Ok Joan, take it off."I removed the garment hopefully. "Now, look at the clasp. You see the eyeand hook fastener? Just try it once right here in front of you." I did asshe suggested. "Now, when it's. I was bit confused why she had called me before correcting the papers and I left it. As she was correcting the papers I was gazing completely on her neckline as it was sweating I wanted to just hug her and take up her complete sweat. The fragrance in her was also rising my mood as well as my tool to move forward to make a connection with her. So I decided why don’t I try to make a move to seduce her. So I first made a slow move by moving my leg forward to show as if I dashed it by mistake. I. I couldn't even begin to tell you what I liked about her. It was pretty much... everything. She was smart, funny, she had a great personality. Like myself, she was an over-achiever, both in class and in regards to extra-curricular activities. We liked the same movies and music, the same TV shows; you name it.I guess the best way to describe Kelly is that she was a bit of a Tomboy. She was always wearing jeans and sweatshirts. Thinking back, I have a hard time picturing her in anything else.. American History is the most boring class, and you'd hate it too if you had Mr. Bartley as your teacher. He's an old fart who speaks in the same tone the whole class period. He might as well be one of those old white dudes in a wig.I have American History as the last class of the day, so I'm already tired and bored out of my mind. Usually it isn't too bad but today was particularly boring. All his words sounded like mush. "Muah muah muah muah muah," he mumbled on and on.In order to keep myself.