She had drama in her life, a husband that divorced her to run off with a woman from his job and a second husband that loved playing the stock market a...d running them into debt. But she left it outside of the workplace and I admired her for that.She dressed to a standard that she set, that is never bare legs, always hose, and never pants. Her skirts and dresses were above the knee but never shorter, legs always crossed to protect her modesty, and never high heels, but generally a low heal of. Although Christina wanted this done, feeling this was some form of rite ofpassage of womanhood, but also she still had this dread of being foundout, a feeling of panic was beginning to set in. Linda could sense this,so instead of going to the jewellers straight away, she suggested theyfind a coffee shop to allow Christina to acclimatise and to reassure herto new surroundings. A department store coffee shop soon proved to be asuitable refuge while Christina calmed down. As they were finishing. “Girls were red-faced and had their hands under their clothes. So fuckin’ hot!”Lynette didn’t realize that her hand was under her waistband, stroking her vulva, until she noticed where Tom was looking. She blushed, pulled her hand up, and looked at him.“Tom, your face is all bright red. You okay?”“Shit, Lynnie, now I’m horny as all fuck!”“Ooooo, maybe it’s time for some self-help again,” she cooed seductively.She got off her bed and stood in front of him.“No scarf now, okay, darling?”Tom gulped. That led to my first adult, a teacher, and I never went back to other boys again! He was my art teacher, I'll call him Mr. "F", like before, I waited til we were alone and tried using the same techniques that had worked so well in the past. His class was on the far side of the campus, I knew no one was around. "Mr F, I've noticed the way you look at me, do you like me," he responded of course I like you, I like all my students. "No, not like that" I said, "like, like" when he looked at me I was.