I was manoeuvred out of the dance hall with ease, as I stumbled, but walked wih him unsteadily, and soon we were encamped outside my cabin, and Bill t...ok my handbag from me and went through it for my cabin pass key. Finding it I was guided to the bed and Bill turned and closed the door and turned the light on.I sat slumped on the bed, then eased onto my side as my head touched the soft pillow.Bill came over and pushed my dress up high, far enough to show my stockings and garter belt, that held. "So, as you might have heard this morning, they're looking for pitchers. Why don't you try out?" The guy smiled at her.Jean made a face at him and finished her Oreos. "OK, wise guy," she said, "why not. I can pitch." Ha ha," he crowed, "what are you, third string on the softball team?" Yeah, so they don't need me. Right? And the baseball team does, wise guy."He smirked and shook head, but Jean did think about it. She had always liked baseball and had played since she was six or seven, dozens of. She would also sit on her desk with legs spread open. Anyone that came to her classroom with a dog bone she would bend over her desk and let him or her fuck her in front of her students. She cried when the first to present himself to her and her students was her own ninety three year old grandfather. He bent her over her desk and fucked her cunt , anus , and mouth. Laughing he told he expected her to visit him at the home every Sunday. Then he dressed and left her.The first Sunday she showed up. She was clearly very choosy. As far as pairing off is concerned Rachel and I were non-starters – she didn’t look twice at me, and I never talked with her. I’m one of the average guys, her time, and probably she herself, was more than filled by one or two of the handsome, athletic jocks who clustered round her. Gary was always winningly handsome in a roguish sort of way, still is. He did date her in upper sixth form, and they were together for a while, but it finished as teenage romances do,.