I come here to be alone, to sit and talk to God.’ ‘God? You’re religious?’ ‘Not really religious. More spiritual.’ Bridget pointed to an o...viously well read Bible sitting on her nightstand. ‘The book is just that. A book. It’s not a deity speaking to me, it’s just ink and wood pulp.’ she joked. ‘It is filled with stories, examples, guidelines. The book is there to help you learn to be a better person, religion aside. The Ten Commandments? Are there any rules there that a good person shouldn’t. As I ‘cleaned’ the disc on her computer I was struck by a large picture file in the recycle bin that she hadn’t emptied, I had no reservation about opening the file expecting dull pictures of trees and hills taken by my lovely but boring mother. As I opened the the file I was shocked by what came up on the screen, picture 1 was a huge black cock, so big it looked fake, veins bulging as the owner gripped the shaft in his hand. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Was this really a picture my. No, not here……………… not now!” Mr Smith’s cheeks were starting to flush as he spoke and he stood to turn back to his own desk. “Please don’t come to school like that again, please!” Sally grinned as his back faced her. “Okay Sir!” She rebuttoned your blouse and stood to leave. “Is that all? Or is there anything else you need me for, Sir?” As she spoke she leaned down to lift up her bag facing in the direction of the teacher who was now sitting back behind his desk and gave him a direct. Of course, the only proper reply to Bill and Ted is "Wayne's World" so peering deeply into her eyes, I whispered proudly, "She will be mine" repeatedly. All this romantic, sweet talk was inspiring, so I dove in next to her, squeezing like a python that hasn't fed in weeksBut she spurned my advances while inquiring "Guess what I found in your dresser this morning?" (My face flushed since I knew almost any answer could be either very embarrassing or incriminating.) From beneath the bed, she.