Someone special. He never slept well. With another sigh, he looked back to the cat. It wasn’t his cat…it lived in the building, and came and went ...rom people’s apartments when it had the chance. They all fed it, all took care of it, and none of them cared ABOUT it. He thought he knew the feeling. The cat was gone. He harrumphed. The baby mouse still whisked aimlessly about the floor, unaware of its good fortune. But now what to do with the little fellow? Grabbing the shoebox that he kept his. She had heard on the g****vine that he didn’t have a girl and, with her boss away she could wear the uniform of ritual courtship.Jennie made several excuses to herself for needing to go and see him. It was during the last of these visits before lunch when Sue spoke to her while they waited at the coffee machine. “We have all tried my love,” she said, “I wish you luck, but he is gay.”Jennie went back to her office feeling somewhat gutted and disappointed with life. Flashers, gays and middle-aged. That didn’t feel so good, but soon it felt alright. The second finger felt alright too.“Now you do that to me,” Paula said. Lorraine’s inhibitions were slipping away minute by minute, did as she was bid, and almost came herself, when she felt Paula’s cunt pulse as she came, she licked her fingers, and was about to move away, when Paula asked her to finger her arse as well. Lorraine pushed her fore finger in first, then added her middle finger, pushing them in as far as they would go, Paula. On the plus side they offered bonuses for signing a contract which would certainly help pay off my student loan. So George Washington Carver High School was to be my first attempt at teaching. To say the student body was diverse would be an understatement. The majority of students were Black and I was comfortable with that as I had been involved with Blacks since my early teens. But still, now being a teacher and in a position of authority I felt a bit uneasy. I was no longer one of the gang.