I leave that up to you to arrange. Surgically, we've done all we can for you. The rest is in the hands of you and your therapist."I nodded. "Okay. If ... can go back to work, I'll be happy. I'm getting used to the crutches and the walker. I can get around okay if I take my time." Good. Good luck," he said, almost with a smile.I was about to leave when a young girl approached me. "Hi, I'm Cindy. I can lead you to the physio room and you can register. They'll assign you to a therapist. Okay?" Sure. Pursuant to that, I was teaching two periods of history -- American History to sixth graders and World History to seventh graders -- and a gym class for male students. American History almost started late due to the Hernando issue. Still, I had thirty young faces in front of me -- none nude. American History was probably less than required at this point, since we were in the process of resettling elsewhere -- but it was in the curriculum that we had built to meet local standards. I suspected. When I got to her office she was on the phone, her chairwas away from under the desk and she was looking down.She was wearing a dark colored skirt suit with jacket tomatch. The jacket was not buttoned and her shirt wasexposing some cleavage. Her legs were spread enough thatI could see slightly up her skirt, she was not wearingany leg stockings like always and I could see she waswearing some sexy white lace underwear. With all the moving around she must have been doing inher chair I could see. Janice had a look of dissatisfaction on her face. Something was not right. She immediately explained it to me, in no uncertain terms. When Janice was concerned about or displeased with something, bringing it to someone's attention was obviously not a problem for her.She sighed deeply, saying quietly, "I thought a nice foot massage would take my mind off my wet pussy...but it hasn't. If anything, it's made it worse. Your face felt wonderful on my feet, Micha...but it felt too wonderful. Rubbing.