Although she was as prim and matronly in her youth as a woman of more senior years might be and possessed of a laugh more like that of a horse than a ...emure young lady, she was the lass to whom he was content to one day be able to call his own."Would you like a ride, sir?" asked one of the soldiers crouched in the shadow of the trench, his face lit up by the smouldering embers of his hand-rolled cigarette. His East London consonants were like gravel in the lieutenant's ears. "I'm sure Dobby. "Why did you keep your panties on?" I asked her. "Nobody else does that"."My boyfriend asked me to" she answered. It was the first I had heard of a boyfriend. I'm not the jealous type so I was not concerned. but was he, I wondered? "How come he wants you to keep those panties on?" I was just playing for time, trying to work out the situation. "He just does, he's a bit jealous".My fears were confirmed. "So where is he now?" "He went to look around" Maybe he has found a nice lady to play with" I. She said she had a bad experience there and that was the reason she improved so much in school. Just so she wouldn’t have to go back there. That’s why I was so surprised when she told me she had gotten a job there for the summer. Why would she want to go work at a place that had bad memories? I applied and after a few days I got the call that I had the job. Kelly made sure of that. The surprise is that I was only one of two male teachers at the school. They didn’t like hiring men at the. And memory is selective. When you're being a girl with a handsome boy like Jim you tend to think and feel like a girl, so you remember like a girl. That's how people are. I'll bet when you're being a boy you don't remember which of your skirts button on the side and which in back. Or what shade of lipstick you wore when you were last out with Jim. Or how it felt to kiss him. I'll bet not even what his cum tastes like." Oh no, I remember those things, Mom, sort of. They're important! But.