She led me into a meeting room and I followed like a puppy, watching her hips sway under her light, pleated skirt. ‘Close the door, please,’ she d...rected and as I put the files down and turned she was perched on the edge of the desk and was unbuttoning her blouse. I could already see that her bra matched her thong. ‘I owe you a debt of gratitude for saving me from displaying myself in a rather inappropriate fashion in front of students,’ she said as her nimble fingers flitted over each of the. For those who do not eat well, it makes hunger. For those who sleep poorly, it can make sleep. In evening it may be used to make ease in mind from trouble of day. Do you know it?”Oh, I know it all right. I saw plenty of it in college, and not a little since.Cannabis. Mari-fucking-juana.I ask him where he found it and get the answer I’d pretty much expected. There were a whole bunch of plants all together in a small clearing, he says; he knows where they are and can go back for more if I. Let’s see them then.”“We’re not all exhibitionists.”“Maybe her titties are false, too.”They definitely are not, Jo wanted to scream, but held her tongue. Surely, the three of them could find something else to talk about.“My son Nobel has lots of pictures of Jo on his wall. I don’t see any there of you.”Grateful for Marge’s support, Jo still hoped they would let the whole subject drop and above all that they wouldn’t go into Nobel’s room to look at the pictures. She was sure he had taken home. "Tell me about your first time, Tim? Who was she, how did it happen?" "Oh, geez, um, Becky Thomas, uh, junior in high school. I'd have been fifteen, no, sixteen. It was funny. I kind of liked Becky, she was cute, outgoing, had a nice figure for her age. Well, she invited me over to her house after school. You're not going to believe this but we went up to her bedroom, as soon as we were in there, she closed the door, turned and kissed me, tongue and all. My first french kiss." "I bet you were.