But the one girl I was crazy about was a woman. My math teacher, Mrs. Potter. Back then I had a crush on her. She was in her mid thirties with her blo...d hair tied in a bun and wore glasses. At that time I thought she was a Goddess. One day I bought her flowers and candy but I never told her it was from me. It was my secret crush and I wasn't going to tell a soul. If Mr. Potter found out he'd probably tear me a new one. He was a lucky man. When it was time to meet my old teacher I saw how. Of course he did that only to the guys, who he knew for sure wouldn’t shout back or get physical. Morrison was a short man, around 55, getting fatter every year. He had a bald spot that had spread from the top of his skull and ate up nearly all of his thin, black hair now. How he tried to comb it over looked pathetic and it was obvious, that with his angry attitude he tried to compensate for a lot of things, including his hair loss. None of his workers liked Morrison, to the contrary, everybody. We pulled up to a local adult book store and she said, "We are here." I still didn't know what she wanted to try. We went inside and walked to the section in the back of the store where they keep all the sex toys and stuff. She kept grabbing the dildos and stroking them before she put them back down. I knew some of the guys their was watching her. She kept grabbing bigger ones and bigger ones and kept making remarks like, "I 'd love to have this in me." She started to get a lot of attention.. She wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, her face was a light shade of red and today her hair was a bit mussed up and was combed out and cascading down and across the right side of her face and down her shoulders, like those movie stars from the thirties."Hi Mrs. Henderson. I have another package for you, just sign right here." Why thank you," She looked at his name tag, 'Richard'." She signed his handheld UPS package-tracking modem and handed the stylus back to him."Say, is there any chance that.