I walked over and held the jean shorts open for her to step into. once she did i pulled them up pretty hard, seeing how they were too small for her. o...ce those were up she put on the shirt. looking like a trailer trash whore she was almost more embarrased not then she was. "well thanks alot for the clothes. i better be going back to class now" she said.just when she was turning around to open the door, another fart came out. hoping that that was it she looked down to see that a brown streak. They finished the pancakes; he then drove back to school to pick up his work and to give the assistant principal some bullshit excuse as to why he blew off the end of the school day.The next day, come eigth period, neither Scarlet nor Mr. Wilson could concentrate on the lesson. When the bell rang, the other students all left, Scarlet remaining in her seat, staring at her desk.She slowly raised her eyes until they met his, both of them saying a thousand words without speaking. Scarlet stood up. “Tell me, what kind of sexual experience do you have anyway?”Sally sighed and said, “Well, except for a few boyfriends I had in high school and college, and that one time with that girl, I really have none. Except for my vibrator Master.” Girl? I thought. “Tell me more about your girl experience Slut.” “Nothing to tell really. I was at a party in college, there was another girl there. She was funny and I thought we were becoming friends. Well, we both had a little to drink and she kissed me. It. The shaman we had was a very good man. He was constantly looking out for our interests. I had heard of some shamans who were scoundrels and spent most of their time stealing or otherwise mistreating the people in their care. One day, the shaman asked me to stop by his ceremonial hut—he had something to discuss with me.I showed up at the appointed time, and he invited me into the hut. He said, "I am getting old; I must be close to 40 years old, and I feel every day of it whenever it rains. I.