“Josh…”“Yes…”“You were right.”“Right about what?”“She’s a smart girl.”----When I walked through the door, they were standing...by the breakfast bar sipping wine. Karen was barefoot and wore short blue jean cutoffs and a cream button-down top. Kelly was dressed like she came over expecting to fuck somebody. Her clothing clung to her slim, shapely bod like a coat of paint. She wore only white fitted, thin cotton pants sporting a raging cameltoe, a red sleeveless top, no bra, and her wild and long. "Gut - nun dann wollen wir anfangen. Ich werde jetzt diese Zettel verteilen und dann die Schüler hereinrufen. Damit Sie auch wissen, wer wer ist, werden sie Namensschilder tragen". Frau Dornschröder machte sich auf den Weg durch die Sitzreihen. Dann rief sie mit lauter Stimme nach den Schülern. Zwanzig männliche und weibliche Schüler, die letzteren in der Mehrzahl, stellten sich an der Wand auf. Vor sich hielten sie Karten mit ihren Namen. "Nun," sagte Frau Dornschröder, "ihr wisst, die neuen. I tried to concentrate — but I just ended up laughingwhen I tried to keep a straight face. I twisted my feetin my sandals — the high heels hooked over the rungsof my barstool — and felt completely silly. “Tha’s…good sherry,” I admitted, drunkenly, “but… it mus’ bemore ‘n than ten years old.”“Yes; it cost me more than you probably make in anhour.”“Tha’s… a lot.”“Yes, I’m sure. Still wearing his fireman hat I followed him. He hadn’t locked the door. I opened it and walked in cautiously. He had his back turned. He turned around at the sound of the door shutting. I took the hat off slowly and placed it on his head. He could see the hunger in my eyes and he grabbed the hat and set it down on the sink. He came close and stopped. I could feel his lips brush against my ear as his breath tickled me. He whispered in a low groan “you’re the cutie with that nice juicy.