In her eleventh year of teaching, Kayla felt as if she were a seven-year-old awakening on Christmas morning eager to open Santa’s presents. Dressed ...s she was in bib overalls and a pink eyelet shirt, Kayla almost looked like one of the many helpful kids dashing back and forth. Being only five foot three, her height deceived many into mistaking her for a teen. The long, sable brown ponytail held high on the back of her head only added to the misleading image. Dark, thick eyelashes that laughed. The obvious fear dripped from my voice every time I responded to her. She gave me a sympathetic look, and in an attempt to comfort me, she slid a hand along my thigh and to my crotch. I tensed a little as she gently grasped it. Her dark eyes turned to me and her slightly glossed lips curved into a sinister smile. ‘How about a massage to ease your nerves?’ Her voice was cold, yet so, so enticing. I gulped and slowly nodded my head, though I knew I didn’t really have a choice. I let out a small. Work, on the other hand, was a completely different animal. Talk about an eye opener! I had no idea I would be dealing with a bunch of crazy people. Problems, problems, problems! That's all they talk about. They think they have problems? They should sit in my chair and listen to the stuff I have to suffer through day after day. They hate their jobs, their wives or husbands left them, nobody cares about them and so on.The worst are the ones with "Daddy Issues." They go on and on and on about it. I could feel my slip under my skirt rubbing against my nylons, lookingdown I could see I was wearing a pair of close toe white heels thatlooked to be about four inch.When I looked up there was a mirror in front of me as Mom fussed with myhair and touched up my makeup.I smiled at the girl in the mirror and she was me. My hair was parted onthe left side and swept over my head, down over my left shoulder in softwaves ending in big curls on my chest.I had two inch long, silver earrings on and my.