The school system and the class room settings are very controlled. It seems like I need to be in a setting like that to survive. I don't have that set...ing here at home. Don't get me wrong I love my husband but he is very loose. He has no organization and he never tells me what to do. You Master on the other hand are very structured and disciplined. When you tell me to do something I feel as though I am compelled to do whatever you ask. I know I am about twice your age but I do feel as though I. " Ok Bon, but listen, I don't think that..."The line was dead.I hung up the phone and waited for my mind to clear and my head to stop spinning. 'what the fuck had I gotten myself into.' I wondered. Maybe I could do this, then talk to Bonnie tomorrow. The last thing I wanted was to be creeping around the building in the middle of the night like some stalking rapist.I pulled some shorts and a T-shirt on, turned off the light and headed out of the apartment being sure to leave the door unlocked. I. He finally has enough of my teasing and as he lifts my leg to place yet another shoe, he pulls my foot into his crotch and rubs it around. I can feel his throbbing erection through his trousers. My heart begins to race as I continue to rub his hardness with my foot. I spread my legs slowly so that he can get a good view up my dress and into the crotch of my panties. We watch each other mesmerized as he rubs his stiff member through his pants. His eyes never leave my crotch and I feel myself. An apparition. Ms. Daniels was a perfect copy of my beloved Becky! When I say perfect, I mean in every detail - every hair, every freckle, everything. The only way I would have been able to tell them apart if they stood together was that Ms. Daniels here was a little bit bigger in the bust area. But I wasn't looking there at the moment - I was still dumbstruck at her face.I knew it wasn't Becky. I was there the day they put my Becky in the ground. And she hadn't come back to me in five years.