I watched it disappear down into her shirt and noticed that her tits had gotten bigger over the summer. They were still kinda small, but they were def...nitely more perky. Because of that I don’t think she cared to wear a bra and the wind kept hitting her shirt flashing her bare chest. I tried brushing my daydreaming aside, but it still lingered in the back of my mind. I looked over and she was smiling.I quickly grew embarrassed. Did she catch me staring? Say something. “Ahem. Uh hey, if you need. Could you come back to the classroom. I need to speak with you. Alone.’ Ms. Kelly was almost stuttering, and she had a vaguely unhappy look on her face. Alan followed her back, enjoying the view. When they reached the classroom Ms. Kelly locked the door. She was almost red-faced about the lunchtime events, and she did not want any stray person in the hall hearing what she had to say to Alan. ‘Alan, I don’t know what came over me before. I’ve never done anything like that with a student, and I. I knew it was almost that time, but I had hoped I’d beat the clock. No such luck.She was only wearing her bra and panties, getting ready for a shower when I walked into the bedroom. Her panties let me know I had come up a day late and a dollar short. They covered more than any others she owned, but looked just as amazing on her. The problem was that she only wore them at a certain time of the month.It wasn’t a problem for me – at all. It was for her, though. I knew it bothered her enough. But eventually, like everything else, even that yielded to the boredom of the war’s daily grind. ‘How depressing,’ Yargos thought, realizing, ‘it’s to the point that the horrors of battle have become a refreshing relief.’ But for now, his attention was focused on the task of staying alive as he crouched behind his shield in a tiny space, wedged between others. Yargos knew from the warmth of his shield that the sun had finally broken the horizon. The metal wall they helped form was already.