But I knew that right at the start. I was sick of knowing it, knowing other things, and knowing everything else. I wanted to do something without maki...g sure it's nice and safe first. I wanted to experience my life for once. I wanted to do and feel. I was tired of being an autistic broken robot, observing other people actually live. I always felt like a character in someone else's dream, and I wanted to be real. I wanted to feel things and laugh and cry and scream. I had been a robot Pinocchio,. I was watching a Dutch movie and it was about girl, youngish but older than I, having a fixation about her father, the reasons were different, but the strong sexual attraction was obvious, for both of us, and I lay there on the settee, with my hand down the front of my knickers, and another up under my knitted tank top, kneading my breast, when daddy walked in with a man, a stranger from the pub.I froze, hand in-situ, where both men's eyes were focussed, besides my knickers were soaked, so even. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the best test scores and well behaved schools.Leah had taught her first year in an inner city school and came home crying nearly every night. It wasn't anything like her internship teaching which had been in a nice county school. The inner city was brutal. And scary. Leah had wanted to reach out and touch the lives of. She had passed out! Or she was sleeping like a drunken baby. Must have been dreaming too because there were these adorable little moans in between. I was relieved at first that I was alone in my embarrassment then when the reality of the situation finally hit me.I did what any other guy would do in my position and I freaked out breathing heavy, short breaths, my pulse racing like a Ferrari car, I tried slide underneath my teacher. Knowing she was not conscious helped; some private parts were.