She understood we felt, and were, vulnerable, and she did everything she could to encourage us; applauded our efforts, commiserated with our failures,...accepted us. The caution she took with us, making sure we were as comfortable as possible with nudity endeared her to us.She never made fun of us when we got hard (and God knows there were hard ons, many, in every one of her classes!) or allowed any boy to be made fun of by others. I remember watching her from a distance once, as she talked to. The hood felt great.As she put on her little blond bob wig, she admired her reflection in the mirror and sworeat her self softly “you dirty slut Letitia”. She looked at her thighs they were shapelyrunners thighs she was a keen athlete even at forty she looked easily ten yearsyounger. She turned her back to the mirror and bent and touched her booted feet. Herham strings tightened. She peeked between her legs she could see her balls heavywith sperm cupped by the tight latex panties they were a. I hate it here. Can you help me? Please?"She said, "I'll try. Those others that were here want to get you out too. They said that you got shot helping George when he was wounded. The young girl out there said that she'll take care of you for as long as you need. It seems that you saved her big brother and she wants to pay you back." Right now, I can't take you home with me," she said. "Mick lost his little girl recently, and the medical bills forced him to sell his house. He's staying with me. He pulled out several tins of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls and a couple of pounds of bacon. He smiled. It was good, just not good for you. He began making breakfast.Dakota was the first to enter the kitchen. She was wrapped in an oversize terry cloth bathrobe and was bleary-eyed with tousled hair. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she exclaimed, smelling the bacon cooking and the sweet rolls being glazed. “God, Jack, if I wasn’t already your concubine, I’d be begging to become one.”“Coffee?” he.