How do you tell one of your peers that you're being tutored on your masters' program by one of your students? "Cindy's teaching me advanced math. Calc...lus. Trig. You name it."Mister Jim looked amused. "Seriously?" He looked at me. "Cindy? What do YOU say?" Mister Jim, she taught ME! She showed me how to read those funny symbols and what they meant, and the rest, it's ... it's just the way it's supposed to ... it's GOTTA be that way."Mister Jim looked at Mizz Crockett. She laid one of her books. I love watching those studly guys in tight unis, their jocks jutting out, and them playing with their balls. Can I bring anything, Richard?" He grinned and said, "I'll settle for you bringing a full nutsack for now. Maybe another time you can bring your blond lover, Jason." Time for another stiffie.I hardly slept that night thinking I was going to get laid by this guy. I'd often thought about him while masturbating. I had to beat my meat three times before I fell asleep. All day Saturday, I was. She’d walked past the bed and hadn’t noticed. She moved to the bed and sure enough, a long black evening gown was laid out, as were a pair of sheer black silk stockings. On the floor at the foot of the bed were a pair of elegant black high-heeled shoes. Susan touched the fabric of the dress and noticed that it was very plush velvet. As she picked up the gown, she could see the deep bluish tint of the fabric. She turned to Peter, holding the dress in front of her. “Oh, thank you so much,” she. It was mostly green and looked like something The Swamp Thing would leave in the outhouse. It did taste ok, though. I took it and sat on the side of Crys's bed, holding a straw while she slurped it down. "Tastes good, James, but I'd rather not look at it. Thank you."Wow! A whole sentence and no insulting attitude. She didn't even want me to take a sip first to make sure it wasn't poisoned. "You're welcome," said I. "If you look close you can see carrots and peas. I think they make a lovely.