.. no on second thoughts that probably isn't right. Me? Well I had my 'tee shirt time', a fascinating phase that I look back on with some pleasure.I'm...a graphic designer and illustrator and it all began when I was asked to do a presentation to a group of business people on the subject of design, part of which was to run through company logos, which ones worked, which didn't, and some which were a waste of time. I decided that I would start with a short history to show that the basis for logos. Dale turned around but kept her hands on her head as she saw that Susan and Lorraine had parted their legs and had their hands folded behind their backs.Emma positioned herself and tapped the spatula twice on the inside of Lorraine’s thigh. She said sternly, “This is what naughty girls get who argue against those with authority over them.” With that, she lifted the spatula and then brought it down with a loud thwack on the inside of Susan’s thigh. As Susan let out a gasp Emma raised the spatula. But I felt extremely guilty.The continuation:-In the next scheduled day, I skipped her classes. I felt extremely bad for her. She called my parents inquiring about my absence. I told my parents that I was not feeling well. So I skipped the class. She informed my parents to sent me to her in the evening when I shall felt much better.I obeyed my parents and went to her apartment at 5:00 pm.She welcomed me silently. She opened the door and further locked it.I could sense that something was wrong.. Grabbing a cola and opening it I turned and noticed Mr. Thompson checking out my butt. A little shocked, I walked over and leaned against the counter next to him, reaching only chest high I asked, "so why are you up?" Swollowing a bite of his sandwich he replied,"I'm just getting home. Think I had to much to drink, im a little drunk." Seeing the smile on his face I grinned and kinda looked down a little bashful like, but I have no clue why.He started into the living room and stumbled into the.