Her boss had a serious look on her face when Tracy took a seat at the desk. She wasn’t sure if she should just deny it outright, or own up and promi...e it was a one off. She was so lost in her thoughts and worry that she didn’t even hear the other person in the room begin to speak. But when she did snap out of her daze, she realised that she was not about to be fired at all. In fact, this little meeting had nothing to do with Tracy’s fun in the closet. Her relief was almost tangible. It turned. If she called attention the fact that he was invading her privacy, Trixie ran the risk of the whole class finding out her dirty little secret. The thought of turning from an average student to an easy slut over the course of a period made her stomach turn. Mr. Mason seemed perfectly content to make her suffer silently, with the occasional glance at her with a gleam in his eye. He was enjoying this. What did that mean for her?Her torment seemed unending, the hands on the clock ticking by ever so. Easing my leg from under me, down onto the ground, I slid alongside him and whispered directly into his ear, 'Lets go out onto the balcony, it's quieter and darker', got up and walked out into the cool fresh evening air.I was light headed and slightly giddy in such a highly charged state of mind and sexual arrousal. I walked over to the far corner of the balcony, at its darkest point and without looking back at the approaching figure, some 10 steps behind me, leant out on the balcony rail and. Especially out here in the woods, in the rain, inside this small cemetery. I sit in the cab of my old truck, listening to the rain tell the story, and wait for Melinda.We don’t have nice winter weather around here. Seems like it’s always cold, cloudy, and raining. About all it’s good for is hunting, mostly deer. Only I don't hunt—not anymore.But this became my favorite time of year because of Melinda. I was driving home after wasting most of a Saturday down in the bottoms trying to get that big.