Valentine handed out everyone’s except Kat’s and asked Kat to stay after class to talk to her. Kat and Kelly shared a conspiratorial look as the c...ass filed out, leaving Kat alone with the teacher.After closing the door, Ms. Valentine walked over to her desk and pulled Kat’s story out of her drawer, looking quizzically at her student. “Katrina... um, Kat... we need to talk about what you wrote here.”Kat assumed a demeanor or girlish innocence. “Yes?”“You know that this is very inappropriate. If. Looking back at me, my eyes were wide open, my ears strait up, my hair in two pony tails, the look in my eyes of total acceptance of the use of me, I took my tung which was very long and went into her cunt until I felt the wall inside her, she was moaning in a continuous, one tone very low, when the man mounting me from behind would drive his cuck into me I would be driven forward and as my tung came out of her I could see her open hole off her ass, that to this point not being used, my long. Shit! My aunt works there! I ran and got dressed and then sat in front of the TV, watching, waiting for news. I cried, thinking one of my favorite teachers was dead. My aunt, was she alive? The phones to Washington D.C. were busy. My mom called, I kept her updated as she continued at work. The afternoon wore on, I cried as the Towers collapsed. Panicked as the Flight Number was confirmed. The shrill ring of the phone made me jump again. I grabbed it and on a shaky breath, whispered Hello.. I was careful to give only a little."You can have more later." I told her.She drank some wine and curled up. She was now wearing a soft dark woollen dress that concealed how thin she was. She looked ravishing. Her face glowed. The change was startling."Can I say my first instalment of thank-you's?" she asked. "I feel so much better. Can I come here if things get bad again?" Of course. But the plans say that things only get better. Want to talk?"Sarah looked at me and then seemed to make up her.