I wonder why my Daddy sent me here. . . I wonder to myself. I look at Mr.Lewis and I feel better, ah Mr.Lewis he was my favourite teacher for a reason... He has short dirty blond hair, a cute goatee and gorgeous blue eyes, when I look at him all of my worries seem not as bad. Near the end of the class a tall busty woman walks in and hands Mr.Lewis a piece of paper, he looks at it and nods at the woman. “Thank you. Katrina, your wanted at the Headmasters office.” I get up and as I leave and I hear. Her hand wanders downwards and finds the piercing in her belly button. She plays with the diamante stones and her fingers mover farther down towards her secret place.Annie suddenly feels a cool chill in her bedroom and checks the window to make sure it's closed properly. A quick feel of the radiator confirms the central heating timer is working, although a heat felt within her is making itself known.She puts her robe on for warmth and puts her favourite CD on the stereo, relaxing sounds are. I began to babble trying to scrunch myself down further, god how could Ihide from him now."I was just going to ask you when you were coming to see me" he said,his voice much quieter now. Just a few feet away the van in front movedagain and turned into the field, the road ahead finally clear."I, I have to go," I babbled again.(It's weird that when you are brought up with manners instilled into youby your parents, it is difficult to break them even when you are in aposition like this.)I paused. That's not the problem. The problem is most couples waste their effort on the wrong women. There isn't really a "type" per se. We've dated confident, aggressive experts and shy, inexperienced debutantes. But what these women had in common was a certain curiosity, flexibility, openness, and a willingness to meet us half way. They had a playful attitude about sex and didn't recoil in horror when the subject came up in casual conversation."At this point, Allan changed course, asking Alena: "What's.