The blonde schoolteacher closed her eyes, wishing the spinning in her head would stop. Joan seemed to be swaying back and forth in front of her and sl...pping out of focus, although Laura could see that the sophisticated older teacher was sitting up, thoroughly composed beside her on the sofa.She was startled when Ms. Barnes reached out her hand and stroked her bare arm, gently, almost casually, just as startled to hear her say, "I don't want to appear like I'm prying, Laura, but are you having. Maybe it wasn’t. I do know this. I will try to get over you. I will. But I will not easily do so. Even so, I will never take you back. Not a snowball’s chance in Hell. This is fish or cut bait time. Do what you must, but do it with your eyes wide open this time around. You leave me, you leave me for good. It’s over and you’re closing that door forever. I will never let you hurt me like that again,” I told my wife rather coldly and she nodded, tears in her eyes as she actually hugged me ... even. Truth be told, I didn’t know myself how Mrs Goodfried had handled it and was loath to speculate on any outcome, save that it was a pretty serious breach of the school behavioural code as regards to teaching staff.I spent the night by myself, recovering to a certain degree, certainly recharging my sexual batteries as it were. Not that I was idle, I went over the various lesson plans I had and refined them somewhat in view of my current knowledge of the capabilities of the pupils. In the morning. I thought about it for a time but then decided I would continue until I needed glasses. When I was twelve, my teacher told my parents that she thought I needed my eyes tested because I couldn't see the blackboard. When the eye doctor said I did need glasses I panicked. Now everyone would know what I had been doing, or so I thought.During this time, a sixteen year old girl from up the block talked me into going into her garage with her. She told me she could give me lots of pleasure if I would.