Everyone knew Jenna was the school's queen bee. She had been since her sophomore year. She was tall and athletically built with long light brown hair ...nd matching eyes. She was the star of the volleyball team, holding nearly every school record for the sport. Her light brown eyes scanned the crowd at the event that Mid-City High always held in the final two weeks of summer. A Meet The Teachers Event where incoming Freshmen would come in to meet their new teachers and for the teachers to. We don’t have to rehash it. What I want to know is what cautions you throw up at your meeting?”“Milk stays within the family,” Swarta announced.“I can’t say I wouldn’t heal another, such as Usha, if the person was gravely ill,” Palus reasoned tightly.“A man?” I asked.“Of course not, Von. These aren’t for other men.” Palus grabbed her breasts and lifted them up to me.“Good enough for me,” I answered.“It’s settled. Usha gets her milk until Von solves the problem,” Swarta said while looking at our. We both decided to save our money for the rest of the trip.Jeremy went to his locker first. The art work was mostly nice prints but prints none the less. There were a couple of civil war prints made from the original negatives according to the printing on the mats. I thought there might be some value there. There were a couple of oil type paintings. They were signed, by no one either of was knew or could find online."You know I think these were in a restaurant," I said. "Maybe a country club. "One time, Dessie Mae shrugged her shoulders while old Muffet was talking to her and they both popped out and one of them slapped poor old Mister Muffet in the mouth and he almost had a heart attack. Well, Dessie kind of helped matters along by rubbing his face with her thirty-six D's. He was never the same since. Dessie does have a mean streak in her when someone pisses her off. (You know, come to think of it, most Okie women are real vicious when they get pissed.) Anyway, after that Mister.