When I came home from school at four o’clock and she was there, she said, “Honey, tonight Daddy and I are going to start our three days of teachin... you to become a Woman.” I was speechless. Cripes, Diary, remember I’m only in seventh grade. The first one in my class to get boobs – real boobs. And looking back on it all now, I’d never even masturbated yet. I was such a dork. I thought playing with my bumps was as hot as you could get. Okay, I’ve stalled enough on this, Diary. Here goes.. .” Debra smiled. This was fun. This was like ordering from McDonalds, but instead of a meal she was ordering a man! She giggled and looked over onto the next page. “This Ken speaks Spanish, German and Russian and has travelled the world widely.” Debra was getting more interested with each profile she read. Finally her finger paused as her eyes lingered on one particular picture. This toy looked almost exactly like one of her father’s best friends: John Langham. John was the man Debra had. I swiveled around on my chair in the dark office. Half my bottle of scotch was gone, and I was pouring myself another glass. I don't know why I like to get drunk when I close a case, maybe I'm an alcoholic.I peeked through the blinds to the street below.The city always looked beautiful from my window. The night lights of town sparkled off the skyscrapers, and little headlights could be seen moving about the streets. The window was cold to the touch. No surprise. Snow blanketed the trees and. . I wonder how in the world Mrs. Katherine got that idea, it's not like we're in kindergarden anymore. In case I ever read this in the future, let me remind myself that Mrs. Katherine is the absolutely WORST english teacher I've ever had.The first day it was really exciting, getting a teacher that hot, she's more of a model than a teacher. She's just a bit smaller than me, with an absolutely fabulous blonde hair, it reaches around half her back. It seems that she just left the university, since.