I was being paid per diem so I decided I didn’t need to be developed. I was taking the days off to play golf. I decided to stay late on Friday to fi...ish all my paper work so I could have the whole weekend free. Rachel popped her head in the door just as the students were leaving for the day asking, “Hey, Mr. G. Aren’t you leaving? Everyone else just can’t wait for the weekend to start.” “Not yet, Rachel. I have a lot of work I want to do so I’ll have the whole weekend free. I probably won’t. The thought of her laying there, the duvet hugging her curves, storing the heat from from her voluptuous body. Him grasping the soft white fabric and slowly pulling it towards him to expose her large soft breast and her mocha skin. The light from the candle danced across her body, the shadows leaving much to explore. He had brought himself to the point of ecstasy numerous times with his eyes closed imagining the softness of her warm skin against his.It all started one day when we found out that. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had worked while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree. Santa was furious. “I can’t believe it! I’ve got to deliver millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours –. Sara drew the horizontal bar and thought about how much to paint. In absolute terms she was far from her "ideal me" but she considered that was more an effect of her short age than any other thing. After all she was already an intelligent and successful student and was recognized as such by the school community, she also had the right attitudes and goals. Then she thought about her "anti me" and concluded that she was far away from it. So after a brief time Sara painted around 85% of the.