I could massage each and every inch of her gorgeous breasts from my current position as if she had been wearing nothing at all. At the same time, howe...er, when she stood up, I could feel that the fabric would offer enough support not to need a bra. ‘If you keep that up, I can’t be responsible for my actions.’ She breathed deeply, squirming before me. ‘Oh you can’t, can you?’ I teased, twisting each nipple and then grabbing a handful of sensitive girl-flesh. ‘What might you do?’ ‘I might throw. Ugh ... I hated running up and down the damn stadium steps. We’d done that a lot that year, and I was not enjoying doing it an additional fifteen minutes on a Saturday when I could have been soaking in my jet tub, putting together my go-karts, or having mind-blowing sex with the twins.But before I did the stairs of hell, Coach Haps gave me fifteen minutes of his time trying to tune my jumps. I guess what was unusual about me was how I didn’t have to visually see where everyone was to know where. The gasoline mileage was also abysmal. It barely got twenty miles to the gallon. When I stopped outside Capitol City for gas, I also checked the oil. It was down only half a quart. There was a lot of smoke for half a quart of oil, I thought.I stopped again about a hundred miles from Port Charles for a refrigerated sandwich, a tank of gas, and a quart of oil. Port Charles, I found from Google and my laptop connected to the trucker's WIFI at the Mega Truck Stop, was almost a coastal town. It was. "Eileen, what did you do to them?" she whispered. "We hadn't asked for nudity to be mandatory." Never underestimate the influence of the group dynamic. Once a few girls make it look acceptable, suddenly it's easier for everyone else. Don't ever think, though, that it would have been this easy if it were a co-ed class."The two instructors overheard one of the students mutter to her friend, "Miss Green can be scary, not like Mrs. Ford."Eileen thought to herself that Miss Green was scary because.