I hope I was at least a hot mess. After class I stayed past the bell to talk with you."Can I help you, Ariana?" you asked kindly."Yes, but would you m...nd closing the door first? I don't want the other k**s hearing about my grades," I said.You got up and quietly closed the door. While your back was turned, I made sure to adjust my blouse and fix my hair. This had to be perfect. I unbuttoned a button or two on my blouse and tried to push my breasts up further."Now what is it?" you asked as you. „So ich lasse dich jetzt los und du wirst nicht abhauen oder Mätzchen machen, denk dran ich hab das Foto." Er ließ mich los und ich blieb wie angewurzelt stehen.„Geht doch. Und jetzt dreh dich mal damit ich dich auch ganz angucken kann."Ich fing langsam an mich zu drehen, ich wäre am liebsten im Boden verschwunden.„Ah sehr schön. Aus dir lässt sich was machen." Er öffnete seinen Rucksack und holte eine Decke heraus und legte sie vor mir auf den Boden.„So jetzt wirst du dich schön auf die Decke. " I promise, too." 'Okay', here we go. Get comfortable. It's a long story. It started when I had just turned fifteen. I was interested in girls, but they weren't too interested in me. I'd go out on a first date, and then when I'd call the girl back she'd be permanently unavailable, for some reason, I couldn't fathom. I finally asked my Dad, for help. He listened very carefully, and told me he would do what he could. Then nothing more from him. A couple of weeks later, I had just gotten into bed. He had wanted to stay at home for a couple of hours until his pills could start working, but when he had gone to get one of them, the bottle had been empty. It was in his pocket now, he would drop it off at the pharmacy when he felt better. His only other stash of pills was in his office at work. He had thought that he could make it in unseen, maybe sit in the dark for an hour and pray for death before anyone would know he was there. He should have known that Michelle would find him. The girl.