I made sure that I stood directly in front of her, and then pulled my shorts down leaving me only in my briefs. Cary talked faster, never stopping, a...d alternating eye contact with staring at my briefs.To heighten the anticipation, I stopped stripping and just kept the conversation going like it was the most natural thing in the world. A twenty-eight year old male teacher standing in his underwear talking to his female student. It was as if we were back in class and I was engaging a student. Suddenly every window in the building exploded inward, showering everybody with fine bits of glass. The stench of all the worst, sourest and most rancid farts ever let out by human behinds permeated the whole room. “Smells like someone shit his pants,” I told Angel.“Uh oh, I don’t like the looks of this,” Angel murmured. “Be careful and get ready to duck, my little animated dildo. That smell ain’t shit, it’s brimstone.” She waved her hands in the air and all the broken glass came together in. Graduation rolled around, and I made my folks proud with the whole cap-and-gown thing. The party afterwards was restrained, at least by my standards. Nobody got naked, and if any of that happened, it was in private that night. God, I missed it.My immediate future was planned out. Right after school I had a job lined up. I had a few classes I still had to take, things LSU offered. But while that was going on, I was busy moving in with Wesley.Back in our grandmother's time this would have been. I mean, I hope I can be half as perfectas them." That's my girl. Plus, you have to move your hands around when you talk.Roll your eyes. Lick your lips." Right? Because, like, I want people to notice me." He waved a handalongside his face, fluttered his eyelashes, and ran the tip of histongue over his ballooned lips. "It's special to have everybody look atyou because it's... special." Whoa. You are going to be SUCH a self-involved airhead. And the wayyou were doing that eye thing, reminds.