The third hit her square in the mouth, some actually making it inside before the rest hit her on the chin. The last real spurt arced down to splash on...her enormous breasts while the final bit dribbled down, coating her fingers and dripping to the floor.I was mortified, in shock. I was sure that she was going to scream, that my mother would kick in the door and see ... this.Ms. Fisher began to giggle, softly at first, her eyes shining. Then the giggle grew, turning to outright laughter. She sat. What few kids there were numbered about six living in town and another 10 or so living on farms. My first grade had eight students.]I had a rough time in my pre-junior high days, mostly from as early as I can remember until about age 14. To say my mom was a bitch would be an understatement – she was totally bug nuts [read mom for a few nightmares]. Regardless, my mother twisting my formative years did give me one ‘advantage’. I went into puberty at the tender age of eight....Tracy was my. He’s one helluva furniture maker.”“Well it’s a pleasure meeting someone who really appreciates Bill, most of them down at the studio think he is just an old duffer.”“Well,” chuckled Walker, “I guess he can live with that, since he is an old duffer, but a pretty clever one at that! Those rosewood inlays you did on those Sheraton chairs, Bill, are among the best I’ve ever seen.”Bill chuckled, “Insults as well as compliments, eh, young man?”“What else were you expecting, eh, old man?” he. . some kind of date?”“Sort of,” I said. “There’s a girl I want to date, and Susan has agreed to give me some lessons on how to treat a girl on a movie date.”“I don’t see why not, remember he’s only 15, Susan. I don’t want him to become one those boys who thinks that the back of a movie theater is a place to make out.”“Yeah, Mom,” she said. “I’m taking him to a movie and teach him how to french kiss and get to second base!”“SUSAN!”After dinner, back in my bedroom, I did some more research on.