But there you were, each class, hair the color of autumn leaves and eyes like good chocolate, beautiful body moving like a waterfall. And me stuck at...the front of the room, barking at tiny girls in tutus, my only real thought how I wished it was just us, alone, like this. And wondering if you could ever think of me as anything other than your teacher. I was never sure. Until tonight, when you were stretching at the end of class, and shivered as I touched you. And then I knew. And I was. I had booked the day off, I thought it would be nice to meet you for lunch. I was waiting at the traffic lights, you know the ones, by your works car park when I saw you leave the building, you ran to his car with a smile that used to be for me, a smile I had not seen since it fell from your face on your fortieth. I can’t blame him for not knowing I followed you, after all he didn’t know me from Adam. You couldn’t have known I followed you to his house, how could you have seen me with your head. "As I see it we have to figure out what to do during the day." "Is that right?" Loo nodded her head guiltily and replied, "I-I'm sorry to have bothered you with my problem, Mrs. Olsen." "What did I tell you to call me?!?" Sandra replied with a smile. "Uh, Sandra," Loo answered softly. "That's right," Sandra replied, "now don't you worry about a thing, I think I have a solution to your problem." "You do?!?" the young woman asked excitedly. "What is it!?!" "Tell me, please!!!"Sandra chuckled a. ”He remembered that Saturday, May 1953 when Sister Natalie had left him alone with sister Mary Celeste (Cissy) who was solely in charge of the convent when the rest of the nuns had gone to the ball game. It had not been stated but the Mother Superior had left them alone together specifically to have sex. Initially shy, once they began kissing and petting it was as if the dam had burst and they were immersed in sex. From that time until she was taken away, they had sex every week. It was a.