Miss Hart had revealed what she had been searching for in her bag as she opened the window to the classroom. She placed a cigarette between her lips a...d lit it from an old battered Zippo, inhaling deeply with her first drag. One of our friends had told us he had seen Miss Hart out jogging in a skimpy pair of black shorts with white piping and an equally skimpy, matching top. We hadn’t believed him but now I imagined her as he had described her and wondered what it would be like to pull down. ” Linda said, trying to be reasonable but her flushed face belied her words. “We haven’t even spoken to her yet!”“Let me worry about that.” I told her firmly. “I’ll invite her over and we can go from there.”“Do you think we can actually -” Linda swallowed “- make something like that happen in only one night?”“Why not?” I said. “We can have some drinks, see where the night goes ... don’t you think it will be fun to try and seduce the girl?”“Yes.” Linda agreed softly. She places a hand on my. I rushed upstairs excitedly and thought about what I was going to wear to Mike's house. I rummaged through Amys lingerie drawer and found her red satin Basque, with black lace trim, matching thong panties and garter belt. "Perfect!" I thought. "I’ll wear these under my beige rain coat, with my fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels." I put on my track pants and rushed to the outbuilding, to collect my stockings, heels, wig and make up from the dressing up trunk. Back in the house, I quickly. She stood at the door listening to him for at least ten minutes, when suddenly the sky grew black and the heavens opened. She quickly ushered him inside and helped him remove his soaking wet jacket, both of them laughing at his predicament. She hung up his jacket then offered him a seat on her luxurious black leather sofa, this he accepted without hesitation. She then walked into the kitchen to make them both a hot drink. She was just about to turn around to ask him what he would like to drink.