The picture now on the screen was of the same big dog standing on his hind legs with his forelegs on the red-haired woman's back. She was on her stoma...h with her head hanging over the bed and her face very close to the dog's hard upstanding penis, which she was gripping between thumb and forefinger.The music altered slightly, rising in volume, then filling out. Laura felt all woozy. The sherry and the cigarette had affected her more than she had expected. Cleonora had apparently taken away her. She had known last night. She had seen him in the room. He had watched her dance. She had seen him watching her, and knew. She felt it, too.They couldn't talk about it now. Not now. Later. When the voices stopped, when she was done with the insurance thing. When she was free from this craving, free from her marriage. When Mr. Smith let her go. She had always known he would not keep her. Last night had confirmed that. She felt it would be soon. Then she would be able to talk about this. About. I told her that it was ok if she found one of them good looking and she didn’t have to worry about telling me. She told me that there was one guy there alright who caught her eye and that he had been chatting her up. I told her that she would have to flirt with him or she might ruin Anna’s chances. I reminded her that no one knew her there so she didn’t have to worry about rumours and that she should enjoy herself and that I was ok with her flirting with him. She said that she thought that I. Teacher’s Pet.Those words echoed in my mind. I didn’t know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants’ pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter’s panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she’d never worn them. I know I’d never washed them. A month was long enough if she wasn’t going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panties intended for.