Charlotte Beccles tried to avoid looking at Helen, opting instead to look over the older woman’s head and at the whiteboard at the front of the room...Twenty-three-year-old Helen spent a few moments looking at the tall sixth form girl in front of her. She had neat, shoulder length blonde hair, her small, but perfectly formed breasts stood out beneath her white, long sleeved school blouse and St. Katherine’s Girls’ School tie and Miss Downey could not fail to notice the neat little clump of dark. And when we settle down like now, I lay back onto the ground, breathing hard after the rough housing, he comes to me and dips his head to mine. I take it in my hands and pull him to my mouth. I kiss his snout, his mouth and pull his head into me for a hug. I kiss the side of his head, scratch behind his ears and his sides. I go back to his snout. I kiss him on the lips and hold my mouth there. I put my tongue out and he opens his mouth a bit, just enough for me to push my tongue inside his. Ellen broke the kiss and said, “I don’t need a towel, my love, I just need to relax.” They kissed again. “Let’s go in there for a bit,” as Ellen pointed to the door labeled STEAM ROOM.Ellen was led by Jack to the steam room, he opened the door and a cloud of warm wet steam rolled out the door past them. Inside the room was thick with fog, the visibility was limited. With the door open more and more fog rolled out of the room clearing their view. As they entered and closed the door behind them. You are a teenage boy, dating my teenage daughter, and we have only known you for a short while. Yet I trust you implicitly. Ohh, I know you two are fooling around. I have no illusions I could keep two teenagers from messing around anymore then I could stop the Sun from coming up. But I trust you to treat her fairly and act responsibly with her. Again, logically, I shouldn't trust you to that level." I'm not the only one. I have noticed it with your Principal and with the Coach. Even Dr. Snider.