Franklin's house. She felt so dirty. Last night she had given herself to Kyle, and today she had let her body be soiled by the teacher. She reached he... car, slumping against it. Her lips still tasted of the teacher's sour juices. I'm so sorry Kyle! She fought off her tears, feeling eyes upon her.Ms. Franklin watched her from the porch.Bitch! Why did you do this to me! Why did I like it so much! She stuck her keys into the ignition. I'm such a disgusting whore. A tear ran down her cheek. She. Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the best test scores and well behaved schools.Leah had taught her first year in an inner city school and came home crying nearly every night. It wasn't anything. We both agreed on purple forthe colour of their dresses and were very fortunate to find matchingones on ebay that were in their size. These dresses were strapless,close-fitting with a little flair below the knee. One good thing wasthat they were not too obviously "bridesmaid" and could be wornafterwards as evening gowns.There were, of course, one hundred and more other details to resolve:the Registry Office to be booked for the Civil Partnership ceremony;cars to be hired; decorations designed. When Chrissy came back she was obviously a little rattled so I went backover and made idle chit chat without letting on I had seen her erection.After a few minutes she seemed to ease up a bit and I continued pointingout features of the PRT program.As the program loaded a new module, there was an awkward pause so I filledit with a personal question. I asked her, "So, are you new to Medford?"She nodded and said, "Yeah, my husband Brad and I had lived in Eugene.He's a project manager, and he got a.