I never paid attention to anything in class except for her ass. When she wore pants, they were always super tight and showed off her ass. Also, when...she wore pants I could see the panty lines of her thong. When she wore a skirt or dress, that was even better. I sat in the front row of the class and she always sat on her stool in front of me when discussing whatever bullshit poem that day. On skirt days, I could usually see her thong because she never crossed her legs. Her pussy was. She said hers was too. Her husband had passed away several years ago and, although she occasionally went out, it always turned out to be disappointing. Finishing my lemonade, I started to get up to leave when she suddenly blurted out, "James, I really like sex". Some what startled by her remark, I sat back down and the only thing I could think of to say was " I really like sex too". As we looked at each other, I felt a familiar stirring in my pants. She got up from her chair and came over to. You look just right for one. (6'2 240 at the time). He says we'lll give me my money back. Pay you $50. All the free buffet and drinks but you can't get drunk on the job. A private separate room. To be a guard. The big thing is you can't have any sex. Nobody can touch your thing.I said. Uhmmm. Ok. He gives me the keys to my room the night. My $400. An extra $50. And a guy takes me to get my uniform. We go to this back room where they have all the uniforms. And they find some in my size. They're. I think some of the crumbs stray outof my mouth."Me and Emily?!?" I reply, not being able to come up with something moreintelligent to say."So it's not like a Kelly thing?"Okay, now I'm confused. "What's a Kelly thing?" Is this some hip newslang term the kids are using?"You know, the girl you dated for a year and a half in college."My mind is turning to sludge. I try to think of any girl that I dated whowas named Kelly. After several seconds of that the brain slips back intogear. Not.