She was obviously as turned on by the idea as I was. She let the fluffy bathrobe fall to the floor, exposing her lovely curvy body, then stepped into ...er girlfriend’s favourite red panties. The ones she must have used to dildo herself in. They were pretty tight over her hips and super snug over her cunt, little wisps of pubes poking out of the sides. “What do you reckon?” Sophie gasped, admiring herself in the mirror. "I wonder what else she does with this?” she mused, picking up the dildo. ”“You doan’ know if she knows. She be sittin’ over there readin’ an’ you never axe her nuffin.”By this point, not only am I paying attention, but Mister Benson can see that I’m paying attention. I can see that Mister Benson is already exasperated. I couldn’t do his job, spectrum or no, and by now, the whole class is looking at me.‘Get a handle on yourself, Amanda’ I say inside my head. ‘This is NOT time for a meltdown.’I raise my hand.“Miss Amanda?” he says, recognizing me.“I got this, Mister. Jeff said I needed to move on and live my life, but I could see no upside to that. I just wanted to die. Dying would be good: an end to all of the pain and emotional suffering.The odd thing: I felt lost and alone and empty, but I didn’t actually hate the two of them. Don’t know why; I should hate them shouldn’t I? They’d taken the last shred of hope that I might have been able to lay claim to and trampled it in the dirt. Money they’d offered me: talk about insults. Oh, and they’d allow me open. No tents. The place wasn't a campground, merely a public picnic area offering clean air, a clear mountain stream, and awesome scenery.And Nora.David watched as two strapping young men in their late teens to early twenties converged on her. Nora knew them, smiled at them, and the three of them strolled away from the picnic area. As they chatted, David revised his estimate of the boys' ages. Like Nora, they were still in high school. They were jocks, both on the school football team, one of them.