I have only been to her office twice with Blue and those visits were brief and unremarkable. Andrea was forty-something, not tall with a small frame b...t not skinny. She didn't wear make-up and her hair was a lightly graying auburn with that tan-peachy colored skin that some redheads have. I opened the door wider and invited her in. I went in to automatic hostess mode, small talk and offering something to drink and serving iced tea. It wasn't long before Blue bounced in the room checking out. My gym shorts were soaking wet as well as my sneakers. She told me to remove my sneakers and to stand on the towel. She told me she was so sorry about all the cuts. She pulled up a small stool to sit on. She had some peroxide and some cotton balls in her hand. She told me to raise my arms as she sat on the stool right in front of me.I raised my arms over my head as she started dabbing the cuts. Her head was level with my stomach and I could smell her perfume. She smelled so good. I could see. She prepared me a breakfast and went to take bath. Our bathroom was a side of my room and we can easily check out from glass window of another side.As soon as she entered into the bathroom and locked the door, I ran to other side and slightly tilted the glass of bathroom window. It was my dirty mind who was willing to have a look at those beautiful boobs. She stripped nighty and started to apply oil to her hairs. It was only her skin color panty which was visible on her fair milky body. And it. . the twinkle in her eye is the sun shining through the back of her head. Yup, that blond. That is NOT Vick. The Vickster, the beautious Miss V, was super smart and jumped three grades between Kindergarten and Seventh. She was three years younger than the next youngest student by the time she got to Junior high. Beckie took her under her wing, so to speak. Probably because Beck was soooooooooooo short. "How short was she?" She could walk under the kitchen table and not hit her head when she was.