“Your hour’s up Mr Randell. I must say you’ve done an excellent job.”“Thanks. I do some of the painting at home, and my dad taught me how im...ortant it is to take care for your brushes.”Mrs Crocker’s voice softened. “I have to admit I never thought I’d see you here serving your detention. And you’ve triggered some ideas about what to do with your locker door, if only I can get Mr Peters to agree. I misjudged you Mr Randell, you’re one of the good guys.”“Thanks.”I stripped out of the apron and. I studied myself in the mirror and liked what I had put together. I added a few bracelets and necklaces and a pair or gold hoop earrings to complete the outfit. I grabbed a long coat as the wind was picking up and I didn’t want to be too chilly. I touched out my lipstick in the mirror before I walked out and headed for my car. I live at the end of townhouse unit, so not many people see me come and go, which was perfect for me. I drove the ten minutes to the restaurant where Ben and I had. Nothing was said about it and nothing came of it, at all.I was terrified for a few days, that she'd call my mom or something, but gradually it was obvious that nothing bad would happen.I continued hanging with my buddy through high school and spent the night over at his house many more times. Never got caught by his mom again, either, but she continued to do the braless thing, the bikini's when it was hot. And I continued fantasizing about her from time to time, too.When I got older and started. Since she has never been with a woman before, now is the best time to do so, that way she doesn’t look like a fool in front of the girl she has been picking on.Emma swings open the door and stomps in. The woman stands up surprised at the intrusion and is shoved up against the white board by Emma. She grabs the teacher’s wrists, hiking her hands up above her head.“What do you want?” the teacher asks frightened.Emma’s eyes drop to the teacher’s chest as a grin forms on her lips. “I want to know.