It was time to head to her homeroom."Probably another request to be someone's prom date," she thought. "This one gets points by not skimping on the st...tionary, not that it will get him anywhere." She stashed the letter in her purse. Catie Vanguard was seventeen and the word stunning failed to accurately describe her. She was tall and had shoulder length brunette hair. Her legs were long and shapely, her breasts beautifully rounded B cups. She could pass for someone in her twenties. Perfect. Being a teacher, Mr. C probably noticed the changes in Kelly in how she carried herself, how she exuded sex, even more than Kelly herself realized.Kelly lost her breath for a moment when she received her senior year class schedule over the summer. Mr. C would be her advanced math teacher. For a couple of weeks before school began Kelly bounced back and forth between sexual fantasies about Mr. C and feelings of terror knowing how he looked at her.Weeks into his class, Kelly was relieved. He was. I had been horny for that black man during several weeks. Since I had met him and knew he would be my new Boss. There I opened the door and glanced back at that well dressed, dark skinned man standing a few steps behind me. I smiled and motioned for him to come inside. As he stepped across the threshold, I quickly closed the door. Then I indicated him that he could take a seat on the couch.I offered him a glass of red wine, as I walked into the kitchen. Then I noticed my knees were still. " "I appreciate that," she said softly, and kissed me. "I love you too." When I met Kamsy, I obviously knew she was a cop. I recall the day clearly, watching her slink around my backyard, looking for an escaped prisoner, pistol drawn. She was in uniform then, driving a patrol car.I'm sure you've heard about those people who moved in next to any airport, then complained about the noise. Well, I'm not one of those. I knew what I was getting into, and who I was getting into bed with. Then I fell.