The people who hate those four years will spend the rest of their lives wishing they could change things. It's a tragedy some jocks, cheerleaders, and...popular kids look back twenty years later and see the BEST time of their life. There's even something sad about the ones who never look back.For two years, four months and seven days of my high school life, my destiny was to spend thousands of therapy dollars to let some stupid teenage shit go. Fortunately, fate had plans for me and no intentions. I’ve seen her try, and try… and finally quit, frustrated. Today I won’t let her quit. I’ll help her reach her goals, but I want to see her try first. I like to see her lead herself into frustration, so I can pull her out again. I watch as she tries the large pink dildo first, placing it just between the folds of her pussy, so when she rocks back and forth it rubs against her clit. I know she’ll add the tiny pink vibrator against her soft pink nub of a clit. I know that will bring her closer,. “And the other side,” Dr Richardson ordered.“Look stop!” Janie protested but the hair was on the ground already and it wasn’t going back.A single strip of hair across the top of her head spreading wider as it went down her neck was left. Miss Chambers started to use a smaller cordless clipper to tidy up the sides then a razor to get right down to shiny nude skin.Janie saw her reflection. She looked ridiculous. “Just needs some colour,” Dr Richardson suggested.“No way, I’m leaving right. My puckered nipples were stabbing me in the palms of my hands, like little darts. Leaning down she licked the top of my right breast and then sprinkled salt on it, placing a lime on my left breast, setting me up like a feast.Arching my back forward to give her better access, I felt her hot wet lips and tongue trail all over my breast, licking up the sprinkled salt before she rooted deep into my cleavage to take her shot. Seeing just a drop of the tequila slide down her jaw and then her.