My English teacher was called Mrs Patricia Diamond. I could not have told you at the time what age she was, but looking back I now realise that she wa... probably 30 to 35. She was small, around 5 foot 3 with long dark hair and blue eyes. Despite seeming really quite ancient to me, even at 16, I was aware that she was an attractive woman. She did however have a bit of a reputation. The boys often sniggered about her, and had given her the nickname 'Pat 'Bury Me in a Y shaped Coffin' Diamond'.. .."He began to sob as the handsome black teens ignored his pleas of mercy.He stopped making any sounds whatsoever when he noticed something weird. Two of the boys had gone down to his feet and taken off his shoes, and were sniffing the shoes while lightly rubbing his now black socked feet.Obviously it felt good, because try as he might, Justin couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief.While the two boys continued the slow massage, paying special attention to Justin’s arches and beneath. Give him five minutes. Do you want a cup of tea or something?”I picked up my phone from the desk and pulled Amanda’s number from the memory.“Hey, stud,” she said—her usual greeting for me.“So you’re arranging dates for me now?”“Oh, so Hannah’s there already, is she? Guess she couldn’t wait.”“That’s not an answer.”“Paul, chillax, okay. It’s not a night out in town, it’s a Ball. You can’t show up without a date. And since Hannah’s next on the list anyway, so I figured, makes sense. Right?”“Bloody. I know Im a slob. I used to see you walk through the condo complex and wonder what it would be like to make love to someone like you. That day I helped you move in and you asked me to stay for lunch, was the only chance Id ever have with you. If I go to jail for it, that one night was worth it. I wanted to demand he leave right then, but I just sit there, lewd images flashing behind my eyes as I fought back the urge to squirm in my chair. If Randy just wasnt so damned repulsive, I thought. I.