.I, well, Rick, I, uh, I didn't want to tell you, but..." And even clear lip gloss. I can't believe it. Stand up and show me yourpanties, Carl." Carl ...tood up and slowly turned around. "Take off yourshirt. Oh, how sweet, you shaved your chest, didn't you, Carl! Hands up -yes, shaved your pits as well, and obviously your legs. Let me feel." Rickran his hands up the backs of Carl's legs to his panty-covered rear. "Sosexy, your sissy buns in slippery panties, Carl. Do you like me feelingyour ass. We also showed off the neat and tidy cooking classroom, the shop room and the music room with its own baby grand piano.She noted the wheelchair lift at the one end of the corridor and the wheelchair accessible stall in the students' washrooms. "Were those built in when the school was first built?" she wondered."They were planned, but we didn't need the wheelchair elevator until we got a kid with spina bifida. As a result, this little elevator is a very recent construction." Stuart puffed out. I’ll just have to sneak in and use the bathroom from time to time. Okay?” The door to her room was on the far right. Coming in, the small closet was on the right and the bathroom all the way on the left side. It was a nice, large room - almost as large as the living room. My biggest concern was coming in every morning before work and waking her since I would be leaving before she woke most mornings.Two months passed and we settled into a routine. We laughed and hung out, both of us loving. ”“Back then my mom and dad were arguing a lot. I was so scared but I couldn’t talk to my parents about it. So I talked to my friends about it. One day a teacher overheard me talking to a friend. I didn’t know that she had heard anything until my dad pulled me aside one day and asked me how I felt about things, especially about his and my mom’s fighting. I told him I was scared. I said that I didn’t want him and my mom to get a divorce. I said I’d do anything I could to help them out. Even to.