That man, Damon, was my husband. Nothing I did or said could get him to remember that, short of jumping on him but I’d been advised that would be cl...ssed as rape. Damn it, why did he have to be so handsome? Why the hell couldn't’t he remember that he loved me and not that skank on his arm? Ok, she’s not really a skank and it really isn’t her fault that he remembered an old high school sweetheart instead of the actual love of his life. Well she wasn’t exactly going to say no to the advances of a. Okay?" Promise?" Promise!"With that my sister whipped out a measuring tape and began figuring outwhat sizes I wore. It turned out that other being a bit taller with aslightly bigger waistline, we were almost the same size! I let hercover me with some goo that removed hair, and after a bit, I steppedinto the shower to rinse it off and shave. I also used the razor to getthose few hairs the remover missed, plus under my arms, which Janet hadinsisted on. I had always been enchanted with the idea of. I quickly packed my bag.It kept nagging me as I slipped out of the lecture theatre. That persistent buzzing had come back. I dismissed it as the after-effect to the lecture, but then I heard it again as I walked through the law courts. A thin, plaintive wail seemed to carry on the air, tickling my eardrums with a hypnotic vibration. I was drawn to it, walking through the archway and down the steps, in the little alcove behind Wilson Hall.But my baby's so vain, she is almost a mirrorand the. Now the next year and the best sexual experience without sex that I have known (in fact I think I would trade it for any of the best sex I've ever had). One morning I woke up very horny. Instead of getting off I had Mrs. Heck (out of all possible fetish items) on my mind. Now of course as I said she was a substitute so there was no guarantee she'd be there but I was on a quest. I remember just walking out of my homeroom class and literally hunting for her classroom by classroom. Incredibly, on.