It made my blood boil.“Think I’ll go and rip some faces off,” snarled Alice, “what are their names?”“Well it’s all over now,” said Fay... anxiously. “Douglas stopped it, with the speech he gave. Only two of them carried on and then some others said something, that there must be something wrong with them, like Douglas said, and they didn’t do it any more. And I’m happy now anyway.”“Huh,” Alice wasn’t satisfied. “Well if you’re sure ... alright but we can do something with a song, at least, can’t. The first girl the Principal selected, Janice Garner had been pleased when her latest history assignment was marked A. She could not have any idea what Principal Thompson had in mind for her so she was puzzled by the note scrawled across the bottom. "Meet me in my office at 4 PM."Her last class ended at 3:30 PM so to pass the time she leafed through her three page commentary on World War I, noting several question marks and some spelling corrections. But what the hell, she thought. At least Mr.. I'm not even going to ask why you got bunk beds."She had such a pretty smile. It was good to see her laugh.She looked around the room and at the bathroom and closet and nodded her head a couple of times. She surprised me as she took my arm as we went to lunch. I bit the bullet and told her the whole story about how I had cheated all those years ago and Lynn had waited to bail out.Linda told me a little about her marriage and very briefly gave a hint at how things just never seemed to work out. (Lydia was then and still is today the love of my life and will always be the love of my life. I may sometimes admire and lust after other women with big tits and plump, juicy cunts, and may actually fuck them and have them suck me off, but that is for just pure physical sexual ogiastic pleasure and doesn't have anything to do with my enduring everlasting love for my woman, Lydia). Why and how Lydia became a whore is probably more my fault than anyone else's, although it was never my deliberate.