You can’t keep them for longer than thirty minutes. Miss Caldwell you’ve got to try harder, and you’ve got to stay within the rules.”He’d be...n stern, harsh even. My eyes started to water, “I’m sorry.” It was chancy, but I thought I had him.He backed off, “Maybe I’ll call the homes on a few of the real hard heads, but you need to come down harder in class.”I squeezed my hands together. I used the back of my right hand to brush aside a tiny tear, “I’ll try sir.”He was young. He was a man. He. "Here let me help you. Turn around." Sheundid my bra and checked my seams to be sure nothing showed. She snappedthe new white pushup bra around me and again pulled more cleavage up.She had me change my underwear replacing it with a white lace thong thatrode high up on my hips. She followed this with a garter belt tuckingthe straps inside my thong. Becky had me sit on the table and showed mehow to roll up the stockings so they wouldn't run and attach them to thegarters. She slipped a lace. She told me she lived with her mother and little brother and little sister. I said yes I noticed you while I was running. She grinned at me, wrapping her hair behind her ear, then folding her arms under her very nice tits. She told me she was going to the store and I offered her a ride in mynewly repaired truck, she thought about it and said sure why not, so she jumped in from the drivers side and I slid in rite beside her, she didn't even move over, just stayed rite there like she had always. ‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between the wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it was as if there had been a literal tsunami of trash come into his room and made it home.“Time to tidy myself up, I guess.” These days, he had little to no motivation to even do the most basic of tasks. The most he would do would be the occasional getting up just to get another Instant Noodle Cup from his.