****So it was that the next morning the headmistress made the announcementto the girls, who were much relieved, so that my secret hope that thewriter ...f the notes (who I was convinced was one of the students) wasdashed.This only added to my frustration in terms of my attempts to unravelthis mystery. Holmes had done more while in London working another case,than I had accomplished being here.So then I decided that I would drop the pretense of being a teacher,although I would not reveal that I. A little later, as I was leaving the men's bathroom, I saw Loren going into the women's. I couldn't help but follow her in there.I startled her at first, and she asked what I was doing in there. I just came straight out with it. I said I just had to tell her how hard she was making my cock. Rather than being shocked, she surprised me. Before I knew it she was right next to me feeling my hard cock through my pants. She said she liked nothing more than making men's cocks hard.She didn't say. Or Girl Scout selling cookies.Now if it was a Boy Scout selling cookies... that would be a whole different matter entirely.I got up from my bed to answer it. "Whatever you're selling, I'm not buy..." I said as I opened the door and gasped.Ian Joseph Somerhalder was standing right there on my front porch!"Hey, man," Ian said holding up his hands, "I swear I'm not a salesman." he said with a smile.He asked me if I was connected to a twitter name. My eyes went wide as saucers as I heard my twitter. “I agree,” Bill said as he moved his hands under her sweater, feeling the baby soft skin of the small of her back. “Why don’t you take this off, honey?”“Billy! I can’t do that!” she objected, even as she sat back, allowing him to lift her sweater higher. “Someone will see me naked!”“Not a chance, darling Nicky,” he replied, slowly raising the sweater higher still. It was caught on the swell of her glorious teenage breasts. “No one’s coming out in this rain, believe me.” He let go of the fabric.