She moved between two display stands, and her companion followed. With people filing past behind her, she quickly pulled down the neckline of her top,...hooking her fingertips into her bra cups to bring them down too. It was as if a dam had burst, causing a tidal wave of pillowy brown flesh to cascade out. A twin flash of gold - pierced nipples! Goddamn! If she was fuckable, then they were certainly suckable!No time to contemplate further, he'd snapped the photo and she quickly got everything. Each of them talked to their classmates to find others who had been tricked or publicly humiliated by CeeCee. It required almost three more weeks before they had recruited enough volunteers, but once in place, the plan came together quickly.The Monday lunch hour had become CeeCee's court time. The faculty actually ignored student tardiness on Mondays because they knew that most were due to "court." The next Monday, court was called to order by CeeCee, and with the benches in front being moved. She had to stop him. She had to get him back. He couldn't just leave her. She had to explain -- try to make him understand.The phone rang and finally she heard his voice. It was his voice mail."Brent, it's me. Please call. I need to explain. Please, Brent. You can't leave me. Please talk to me and let me explain. You need to understand. It was just a job. Call me. I beg you. Call me." She set the phone back on its cradle and stood, looking at nothing. Her life was falling apart around her and. "Dave?" said Mr. Smith. "I don't see any Dave." On the contrary," said Jenny. "You are looking right at him. Or shouldI say her. We call her Debbie now." You mean he's a man?" said Mr. Smith disbelievingly."Yes, She IS a man," said Jenny. "Or at least she used to be. As amatter of fact she was an average size man just like you when I firstmet her."Mr. Smith just sat there staring at Debbie and then something happenedthat got Mrs. Smith very excited. No one else noticed it at first. Thecrotch of.