The next one was fast so I went over and got my drink, gulped it down and the figured that I needed to go outside and get some fresh air and cool down...from Myra. I hadn't been outside thirty seconds when Myra came out to join me. She stood silently next to me for a minute or so as we looked up at the stars and then she said, "I meant it." What was that?" I meant it when I said that I wished I could see it." You've had too much to drink Myra." No I haven't baby. I've had just enough to make me. But most of the time she took classes for me alone since I was not going for regular tuition and only for some lessons where I had doubt. She used to sit next to me and teach and many a time we made body contacts and she used to treat me as a child I felt. She used to give me snacks tea and all and we became closer than before.On a couple of occasion when I was alone with her in the house I saw her without saree, but with only blouse and petty coat and she was least hesitant to come near me. Not that her boyfriend minded, he knew I had seen them at it, giving her a good doggy as I watched them and he watched me.Her room door was open and she was loud enough to wake the dead. The bottom of the bed, which faced the door, was high enough to obscure her vision, as I stood quietly on the stairs, peering through the space left by the solid banister, all he saw was my eyes, but that was all he needed, I was 5 years younger than her and my youthful hunger was being satiated by the shiny. All he was wearing were his red boxers. “Get out of here girls.” She ordered Danni and Margot. Danni stared at me with pain and hatred in her eyes, and closed the door behind them. “So you little tramp,” she spoke angrily, “I invite you into my home, and you sleep with my innocent son?” She grabbed my arm, her curly brown ponytail swung behind her. “Get out of Brandon’s bed.” She wasn’t fat at all, but she was a pretty tall woman, around 5’9’’, and she pulled all 103 pounds of me out of the bed.