”“I am,” she said, her voice tight. “I...I... What are you doing to me, Ms. Talon?”My anger grew greater. So she wanted to play. “Fine, I ...an control you. Take off that top, let me see those breasts.”“Ms. Talon,” she gasped, her freckled cheeks going crimson even as her hands moved to the hem of her tank top.I blinked in shock as she actually did it. She lifted her tank top over her head, her large breasts bouncing out. The big tits jiggled as they slapped together. Her nipples were pink and. Then there were the two bulges on his chest. He was also wearingsome sort of floral print blouse."What the..." Martin blinked, looking around in confusion.There were students beginning to pour into the classroom, but Martinbarely noticed them. He looked around, suddenly spotting the name Mrs.Westler on the blackboard. He immediately recognized the name of one ofthe school's English teachers, though he wasn't actually in any of herclasses. She was a fat teacher in her early fifties who had. And Mrs. Newman, I regret my attitude the last time we met, I hope you enjoy your time here at the Hilton Waikoloa Village Hotel, we all watched your wedding – Congratulations to you both. Is there anything I can do for you today? We have your card already on file, for any services you may wish to indulge in.”“No, nothing at this time – except we want no interruptions or calls of any kind, is that possible?” I said to him, without a smile.“Absolutely Sir, will there be anything else?” he said,. . it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.That deer EXPLODED.The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity.A deer-- no chance.That.