I saw him waiting. I approached him and we turned and walked, side byside. Whispering, because there was some other kids walking around us, Itold him ...asically what I told him at lunch, which wasn't much.There is a small park a few blocks from the school and I led him to it.The benches were far enough apart that we could talk without othershearing us. I told him that I found the papers that told me he was a boyand that he still had almost a year, well, eight months to go. I toldhim that I would. "He actually let a brief chuckle escape. "I believe you just told me everything I need to know. In any case, patrolling the playground after lunch is not part of my responsibilities. All right class, get ready to copy down the vocabulary words for the week after break."Alas, I did not dodge the bullet. About fifteen minutes later, Carol returned and Sean MacDougle, Michelle Palermo, John Marcello, Chris Townshend, and I were summoned to the office. We got up out of our seats to the traditional. Mostly, I felt despair. Fucked up again. The evidence was quite clear. "Clear," in fact, described the result perfectly. Virtually no detail at all in the negatives. Nothing. Zilch. Nothing I could salvage, even with the hardest highest-contrast paper I could find. It was hopeless. I felt like shit. Like failure. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so. She immediately knew what it was, before she heard the hum. But when she felt the ‘hum’ touch her clit, THAT did it. Her orgasm, which had been steadily building, suddenly burst forth, & like a raging river it coursed thru and out of her. Still her bonds held as she strained HARD against them. Her fingers grasped empty air as she finished with a mighty, shaking scream.The neat thing about a vibrator is that, when used properly, you can make a woman got from almost-there to over-the-edge.