And Derek was looking at her again.Light-headed, she got up and lunged out of the room. Even after five minutes, sitting shivering and sweating on the...toilet, she didn't feel like facing up to the world again, but she knew she had to. Shakily, she wandered back to her desk."You're not very well, are you?"Derek. He loomed over the desk, looking concerned. "Oh, sorry?" You can't stay at work like that. I bet you've got a temperature, haven't you... ?"You could place a cool hand on my brow if you. .. well the hell with it, whoever it is they probably don't look much better than I do."Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a man in a cap and work shirt. He appears to be in his mid to late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around his cap.You open the door slightly, and peering. "I thought you were hurt or in trouble." In trouble this time, but good trouble." Good trouble?" Yes. Friday after school I helped a young boy with breathing problems. Somehow or other, it made it into the newspapers and it got blown out of proportion. Mr. Corfu suggested that we have an assembly to tell everybody at once and not 300 times. I want you up front. I also want Rita and Aron. Aron is too shy, and I wanted him to be with Mademoiselle Bouchard and our school nurse. He has met them and. I want to simulate it and make him so hard that he hurts with desire or that he gets off in his pants.I fantasize what it will feel like to be filled by its thickness and length. He says in my ear to stroke him, I put my hand down between our tight bodies and without hesitation wrap my hand around his shaft. The same way I did last weekend here on the dance floor with so many different men. I ran my fingers along its entire Length and imagine my hot tongue licking the hard cock flesh.I can't.