Teacher: Fine, I will not show this. But, what will I get in return?With a sly smirk on his face, he moved his chair next to me and placed his hand on...the top of my skirt and began to stroke. I understood his intentions but I stayed silent.He continued to lift my skirt with his other hand grabbing my boob. I closed my eyes and bit my lips. He began to move closer. He unbuttoned two of the buttons and slipped his hands inside. I caught his hand tightly.Teacher: You can leave if you want, but. I was extra friendly and offered them a soda, or water and tried to talk to them as long as possible in order to “give them a break”. I had learned all their names and other details, as well as telling them that my “crazy cousin”, or my “sister” would be visiting in the coming weeks to house sit because I would probably be away. This was a deliberate attempt of mine to prepare the delivery people for an encounter with my alter ego of Danielle. I had decided on a weeknight for the first. I needed a little professional help getting through it but I’m okay now. I finally have stopped wearing black.’ He wanted to hug her hold her…comfort her…but who exactly was he to her…or her to him? He did anyway. ‘I’m so sorry baby.’ He said, using a term of endearment that was probably inappropriate. Her countenance brightened. ‘Come home for dinner! You look exhausted. I’ve got a guest room…more room than I need…you’re welcome to stay… no, I insist! You’re obviously too exhausted to drive. He was an old man. He was probably in his 70s. Long past the days when he had a realistic shot at someone like you, the most amazing woman in the world. I knew what would make his day though. “See that old man that just walked past us?” I asked, and you nodded your head, curious about why I mentioned him. “Catch his attention, then spread your legs for him, and give him a little thrill” I commanded. I could see you were thinking about refusing, but then, you got a playful look in your eyes, and.