Unhone mujhe dekha aur boli ‘ yeh to kafi bada ho gaya ha,jawan ho gaya ha’,to uncle has diye, mujhe kuch samjh nhi aya . Phir unki beti aayi jo m...ri kaafi achi dost thi par mene kabhi uske saath kuch kiya nhi tha aur kabhi socha bhi nhi tha.Woh mujhe andar le gayi aur boli ‘tu to bahut smart ho gaya’ aur hug kar liye. Unke boobs chote the par tum sab to jante ho boobs chote ho ya bade jab chute ha to lund khada kar hi dete ha.Phir aunty andar aa gayi aur boli’ kya ho raha ha. Tum change karlo. As his principal described his schedule to him, he realized he would mainly have 8th graders and then in the afternoon, act as a crisis counselor and right hand man to his boss. As he listened to Mr. Johnson, he attempted to get into his mind and soon he saw his past behavior with girls in particular, which in some cases involved spanking . . . but not with a paddle, but with his bare hand on their equally bare asses. This excited him and realized they might make a great team. He was allowed to. Going downhill they appeared to be hurling themselves into space. One of the lamps went out. The other was not as bright as usual. But nothing diminished Don Luis's ardour.There was more misfiring, fresh hesitations, followed by efforts, as though the engine was pluckily striving to do its duty. And then suddenly came the final failure, a dead stop at the side of the road, a stupid breakdown."Confound it!" roared Don Luis. "We're stuck! Oh, this is the last straw!" Come, Chief, we'll put it. Then things really became surreal. My curtain drew back to reveal Marissa - one of the teacher's assistants - with no top other than a plain white bra. "Don't worry," she said. "I can make that better." It was clear from her eyes what she was referencing. She climbed up beside me and licked her lips.I was getting very confused now, and feeling very exposed. As she pulled the curtain shut, I shifted uncomfortably. "M ... marissa? What are you doing?" My pelvis was slowing down, and the pain.