Shit, shit, shit.I got up early before the rest of the family. I had an idea. Maybe Tomand John would loan me the money and let me pay them back a few...dollars aweek. I grabbed a quick shower, toasted a bagel and called John. I beggedhim to loan me the money. He said it would only get me half but he wouldask Tom to cough-up the other half. He knew Tom was not up yet on aSaturday morning. He said to give him time for a shower and breakfastbefore he called Tom. I hid in my room, pretending to do. Because of that huge thing in my butt I had a hell of a time. But I finally managed to urinate. I sat in the stall and tried to decide what to do for the next fifty minutes. I was afraid to go anywhere and be subjected to more of this sexual torture.I decided that, if I could get there without being seen my best chance of getting a little time to recuperate would be to visit Mr. Petrie. I called him on my cell phone and made sure he was in his little office in the back of the storeroom. It was. We reached bus stand, as I was aroused I boarded her same bus (though I belong to Mysore).In the bus, it started around 6:45 pm, not so much crowded we occupied 3rd row from last (3 seaters in KSRTC). Left kid window as usual and we sat next to each other. The bus journey to her place was one and half hour. Our hands were entangled in one another after conductor has gone back to his seat. The bus was dark and to my luck seats surrounding our row were vacant. First half hour she made her kid. She could barely wiggle, let alone prevent her teacher from slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra was showing now, a light blue balconet from Victoria’s Secret. Now her stomach? his warms hands tickled as he untucked her shirt from her skirt, then yanked the sides back away from her body. Several of the boys laughed nervously and squirmed in their seats. ?Now class, I will remove Danielle’s bra. Watch carefully now, and remember her face as I do this. It’s all a part of.