"That's enough!" he yelled. "I don't give a fuck what you think! Do what I said!"I had no idea what it was about and I didn't care. Nothing justified ...lapping a girl."Hey!" I yelled, stepping out. "Leave her alone!" It's none of your business," he said."When you slap a girl, it's my business." It's okay, Mr. Coleman," Carrie said."You know this guy?" her boyfriend demanded to know."He's my teacher." Well, I don't care who you are!" he said, taking a step toward me.I let out a deep sigh. I had. ” she seemed to be thinking. “It’s always fun to have a man pant after you.”“I can’t imagine Bobby Dalton panting after anybody,” said Liz. “He was like a scared rabbit.”“Well, think about it,” said Miranda. “You were the head cheerleader, only the most popular girl in school. Every guy in the place probably fantasized about you when they went home, hid in a closet and beat off.”Liz flushed. “You’re horrible!” she hissed.“Hey, I’m just saying,” said Miranda. “I was jealous as hell of you, back. She then stood up straight and raised her arms in the air, releasing her breasts free to the fresh air as she threw her bra to one side. Her hands glided across her soft skin of her waist, her stomach and cupping and squeezing upon her now naked flesh revealed to me.One hand slowly made it's way down, from her breasts, across her stomach and down to the wonderful depths below between her thighs. It hovered and glided it's way across the black thong panties covering her pleasure that awaited. I’d have to give them up if others signed up, but right now, only Jan and I were regulars, though Helge was starting to use them occasionally during his free period. I figured the more time I spent in the computer lab, the better, because it would distract me from the emotional issues I was dealing with.I also found Torbjörn and asked him if he’d like to start getting together on Tuesdays after school. He told me yes, and that he would invite Elizabeth Molander and another girl in my class who.