My nameis Crystal and I like to think I'm a normal girl andlive a very respectable life.I got a job the very first school year that I was here.And the...pay was great. I had to work my way up the ladderso to speak but I finally got my own class of students andreally settled down to work hard. I was 26 and teaching11th graders science and history. I was also the girlssoftball coach. I tried to keep as active with the kidsas possible and I really thought I was working my way intoa long stay at the. ..visit me. I hope that's all right...I mean all right that he doesn't know. He CAN'T know. So can this be our secret Peter? Can it?" I said that I would never tell anyone about it." She relaxed a bit then and turned on the radio while went across town to her house. She liked rock and roll too, which surprised me because Mrs. Martin liked Frank Sinatra and Perry Como...stuff like that. While she drove I took quick peeks at her. She was prettier, at least to me, than Mrs. Wilson. Her. Blake chose to back it down. Charlene did pick up one of those shirts - sweatshirts, whatever they were - that looked to be her size. She held it up to herself, making sure it was big enough, then handed it to Tommy and continued her trek through the store. Charlene picked out a really short denim mini-skirt, a top, about the texture of a sweatshirt, with a zipper down the front, a pair of lace panties and a few other items. She wasn’t getting any more arguments or suggestions about what she. "Tracey smiled as she hugged me. "I meant what I said earlier, John," she whispered. And then she slipped back through the crowd.I nodded my thanks to Bobby and we headed off to my first class.I had an entourage following me all morning. Boardman, Hawkins and Junior were all conspicuously absent from my path through the halls until lunch.As usual, I was the first one to the cafeteria. I sat down and opened the lunch that Tracey had fixed for me."Well, if it isn't our friend John Robinson,".