He had moved out so I called Betty to arrange the job. The varnish smells really bad so she was going to have to go to a motel for the night. I assu...ed Betty would be out of there as soon as she got a whiff of the material but she seemed to be in no hurry. Betty was still in her nightgown when I got there and she lazily made some coffee and toast. I was bringing in my sander and she brought me some coffee. When she handed it to me, I couldn't help but look down the front of her loosely. ....Being a substitute teacher was ordinarily an unforgiving occupation even at the best of times for Ian White. Trying to convince kids he was not an impediment between them and their favourite teacher, and keeping control of a whole classful hell bent on swinging from the chandeliers was not much of a job for anyone. As he was studying part time at university, it was perfect occupation to bring in a little money without making too many demands on his time. The demands it made on his patience. I didn't get scorned. I wrote a paper for the writing course that led to a lively discussion in class-and the feedback I got from my classmates was great. No scorn, no derision, just opinions founded on respect. It was pretty awesome.What happened the first Monday of the third week of classes was pretty neat, too.It was in Calculus. We were doing some problems, and I was doing fine with them. I heard a sigh to my right, and turned.It was a blonde girl I had seen in the class. Didn't know her,. It's a satyr". "Oh", Carl said, nodding his head, although she was sure he didn't know what a satyr was. "He's got a pretty big one, doesn't he ?", she asked, glancing quickly down at Carl's crotch. "I... I guess so", Carl stammered. Ashley leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling a slight tremor of excitement course through her at the contact. If Carl didn't make a move soon, she was going to attack him right there on the stairs. "I'll bet yours is pretty big, too", she said softly. She felt.