This brought my forearm around her midsection, allowing me to feel the firmness of her stomach and the underswell of her breasts against my wrist. She...blushed a little at the contact but made no move to break it at first."Thank you," she said, smiling up at me gratefully. "That might've hurt." Anytime," I told her in a voice that was not quite normal.We continued in that stance for a few moments until we sensed the impatience of those behind us, those we were holding up. I released her and we. This was her first teaching assignment after graduating from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge, Louisiana last spring.Not only was she the cheer coach and sponsor, she was girls P.E. teacher.She’d been a cheerleader in college and she’s trim and fit as a fiddle. She looks like she’s one of the girls.She looked up at the young man sitting up there leaning back with his elbows on the seat behind him, and watching every move her girls made.She took one look – and knew – that’s Hoot McCoy.. Did I please you Jake? Or do you like it better when I call you Daddy? You seemed to get so excited when I called you by that name."Jake laughed. "Baby, you can call me Daddy! Jake! Or anything else you want to call me. Just as long as you keep acting like you do."They laughed, as he pulled her into his arms. Jake looked down into her eyes. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to lose some of their lust. "I love you Shannon! I hope this doesn't ruin the way we feel about each other. I would die if. "That damned dog has a big sex-bone, Mavis quailed.But the dog was sniffing in the direction of Miriam and Terry. Why had Miriam brought her dog along? Mavis worried. She had heard things... And he sniffed under Miriam's skirt and Miriam didn't bat his clipped ears. Then he wiggle-butted across the room and nuzzled Terry's bare knees. Was she innocent? Was she a swinger? Mavis wished she were sober!Remorse--over what had happened a short time before--was buried deep in her mind. Mavis sobered.