Is Samantha really your name?"She was gray in the face, tears falling freely. I had a hard time looking at her, so I just looked off across the yard a... I said those hard things. I felt it was the right thing to do... for me... at that time. She sat there for a bit. Then she stood up and turned, walking away. Over her shoulder I heard her say;"Yes. Samantha is my given name. The name my father gave me when I was born. I was named after my mother, who died in childbirth... my childbirth."Samantha. Eris'. Her son, Paul, was in Miss Holland's fifth grade. Miss Holland is an excellent teacher but a no nonsense lady that favors hard work and discipline. Mrs. Eris and her son are free spirits so it didn't take long before she was in my office asking for a teacher change. There seemed to be a question of compatibility between Paul and Miss Holland. Mrs. Eris came into my office on a warm fall day showing more than the usual display of cleavage surrounded by two ample breasts. Two pointy. Everything was so tight, the stockingswere unbelievable. They slid a bit on his pantyhose, then were tuggedup, then became alive as they massaged. He couldn't take his mind offof it, between the stockings and the corset, the pantyhose that werepulled up so high, tugged between his cheeks, he was remindedconstantly of what he was wearing. Between the locks binding him, andthe position his hands were kept in, he couldn't take off anything.Just keep walking, pushing the mower in the hot sun, back. Beth and I met when we were 15, fucked often, and got pregnant. We thought we were in love, well sort of, and I wanted to do the right thing. Our parents refused at first, but 3 weeks before the due date, gave their consent, and we were married.Beth and I had both planned to go to school. But we could not afford it on our own. Her parents were better off than mine, and they paid for her education. I stayed home with Susan. My dream was to be a Journalist and maybe write a novel or two. I was 21.