She'd been married, had a grown son and still used her married name. She'd caught him screwing around and kicked his ass out. She was my girlfriend fo... almost a year, and I should have the common courtesy to remember her name. She was fifty, and I was twenty-five. This was in 1967 and the term 'Cougar' wasn't around for another thirty or more years. When I lay at night and remember this, it seems obvious that she did stalk me like a prey animal. It took a couple months until she pounced, and I. The first time I stayed quietly at the front, as Vicky had with the boys, well away from them and trying not to appear threatening. The actual teaching was handled by Janice Trent who was in charge of the class. The girls needed to be able to function naked with a man looking at them. They came in all shapes and sizes with some covering up with their hands while others pushed their chests out. Some of that spilled over into my other classes, "Did you get a stiffy when I showed you my tits sir?". There were no words exchanged, but, for that moment, I was the happiest guy alive. You see, she was the head cheerleader and I was the AV nerd, what would she want to do with me? I quickly took a gulp from my glass to quipped with the gang, ‘what do you think you’re gonna cook with all those drinks in ya, out of the way, let me see what to feed the lot a ye!’The pantry turned out enough of ingredients for a quick meal. My years in the kitchen taught me that if you had enough garlic and cream. "Hurry up you stupid bitch, my daddy's hungry"Sophia snaps threateningly at her servant who walks hurriedly towards the coffee table next to the bed to place the tray."Now, now Sophia , what did I tell you about treating staff?"You ask as you sit up to enjoy a freshly baked crossiont."Oops, sorry daddy"Sophia giggles as she wraps her arms around your waist as you eat.You look at your daughter and you are reminded of how much she looks like her mother.As you reach for another pastry, you feel a.