“I asked you to come here because ... well. It’s Otterly.”“What about Otterly?” Sherry asked.“I’m sure that she’s a bright girl, but.....”“But what?” Alex asked frowning.“She’s just different than the rest of the kids,” Ms. Walters answered.“That’s a bad thing?” Sherry asked.“Yes, and I don’t think you’re helping her by helping her,” Ms. Walters said.“Huh?”“What?’Ms. Walters pulled out a paper and said, “During the first week of every new year of school, I ask my students to write about something. I don't know if it was his personality, good looks or something else, but I was hooked. After about a month, we were going through the same routine and as he helped me load everything into the trunk, he asked me if I wouldn't mind letting him take my car for a test drive some time. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him and told him that we could probably work something out. Deep down inside, I wondered if it was the car that he really wanted to take for a ride. We chatted and I ended up. He makes to slide under the elastic but she stops him by grabbing his hand in both of hers. Slowly, slowly she brings his hand to her lips and kisses his palm. Then, quite deliberately, she puts his finger in her mouth and sucks it gently. The man's eyes flutter shut as her tongue slowly massages the underside of his finger. He groans in frustrated lust and mutters something clich?bout not being able to take it anymore. She ignores him and he tells her to stop again, this time louder and more. ” “I think you should stop worrying about it,” I replied. “Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be bare “down there”?” “Nice rhyme,” I said with a smile. She threw her pump at me. I manage to catch it. “Are you angry at me?” I asked cautiously. “No, I developed the habit of throwing my shoes when I’m calm.” I helped her get the useless panties off and sat beside her on the couch. She put her hand around my shoulder, then pulled me towards her. “George!” I looked at her, drowning in.