That is!!.I guess I should continue by also mentioning the one other thing that kept me very busy throughout that summer was masturbating. Without a g...rlfriend, an 14year-old teenager has to find a way to release his sexual energy. I pretty much was unstoppable. Any time I had some privacy, I was finding a way to bring myself off. I had a collection of porno magazines hidden on the top shelf of my closet. I know my mother knew they were there. I also know that she always knew what I was doing. After the kiss, Jake looked deep into her green eyes. "I'm sorry." He said. "I guess I lost control." It's all right." Dani answered brushing her hair. "I think we've had enough for tonight." Jake headed for the door. "When can I see you again?" How about tomorrow night?" she replied. Jake nodded. "I'll see you here, tomorrow night at 7. Good night, Jake."He smiled. "Good night Dani." He said and walked out the door. Dani closed the door behind him and watched. Jake got into his car and headed. ” The schoolgirl glared up at the towering figure of the Sports Mistress who glared back. At the door marked HEADMASTER, she rapped twice and pushed Alison, stumbling into the room.“Ow, you're hurting me.” She wriggled free from the iron grip and rubbed her shoulder, pouting.“Now then ladies, what seems to be the problem?” The man sat forward in his desk chair and looked inquiringly from one to the other.“This girl – the language – foul. No other word for it.” The Mistress was spluttering with. Years of teasing men had perfected her skill."So if Jack is the customer..." Tiffany began, pausing for Mr. Johnson to look up, "then I should be able to ask him questions." Um, that's right. He's the customer. You're the architect. You're working for him," Mr. Johnson rambled. It looked like he was struggling to maintain eye contact with Tiffany, a fight he periodically lost as his eyes darted to the gap between her parted legs."But you said that Jack can't give us advice."Mr. Johnson's.