They were the enemy to good planning and discipline and a foe to learning. The first few years he taught he used elaborate lesson plans and those plan... never made it through half way through a years worth of classes. All the teachers found it to be true. Having lesson plans just made you feel guilty when you didn't get to go fast enough.Were students that dumb? They didn't get it. And teaching ... real teaching was nothing like the Professors said it would be. Like Generals planning to fight. Her mother probably wouldn’t have approved of what she had done with the clarinet last night. But after quite a bit of pondering, the clarinet seemed like the best choice. The mouthpiece was hard, approximately the right shape (minus the ligature, of course), and carried no social consequences. Was this what sex would be like? Allison probed the tip of the mouthpiece between her thighs. She would have been mortified to buy condoms, but of course she wanted to protect the instrument from. The remaining 3 slave's gave each other scared looks as the game continued and they silently wondered who was next to swing.Steve, Jason and Jerry all still had a decent amount of blue chip's having won many hands against their friend's who were now out of the game and already thinking of what type of slave they would buy to replace the hanging meat that use to be there old slave's. The game continued for several hour's. Until it looked as if Jason's poor little Jessica would be the next and. I jumped out of bed in my pajamas and raced out of the room. As I arrived on the terrace, I saw that my mother was leaning next to a wall with a coffee mug in her hands.She was wearing her nightie and her hair was tied in a bun. I hurried to reach her and said,”Morning mummy , sorry I am late ““Your father is going to get up any minute now” ,she said anxiously sipping her coffee.“Let’s head straight to the toilet then”I exclaimed as I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the toilet door.“Aman.