It was the last thing she wanted to be, but nonetheless, almost every boy wanted to meet her, and worse, wanted to dance with her. With all the boys g...thered around, she could see Ms. Maples standing off to the side of the gym with a huge smile, obviously happy with her personal project student. Finally, Stan agreed to dance with someone just so she would stop being pestered for a dance. She picked a shy boy with a kind, trustworthy smile. The boy was a good-looking young man, and his name was. She sat down, patted the settee next to her and said, “Come sit next to me, Mouse.”I hurried to comply, putting my hands on my knees and listening.“I’m pleased with the progress you’re making on your studies.” She inspected my work before I submitted it, and again when I got it back, so knew how I was doing. “I think you have potential we haven’t yet explored. So, I’m going to take more steps.“First, I’ve signed you up to take an aptitude test to find out what else you might be good at. Here’s. Our weekly chats usually involve the topic of self-gratification and certain sex toys. I confessed that even though I own several dildos and vibrators, my preferred method of masturbation is using my fingers. Lillian agreed with me wholeheartedly. She also said she likes using her imagination more than watching porno videos, explaining why she was enamored with some of my stories.The sexy 58-year-old also shares my fascination with celebrities, telling me that her favorite fantasies involve TV. I heard through the grapevine that her friends were setting her up with blind dates, trying to get her out of her depression, but not many boys from our school wanted to get involved in this bloody mess of ours.Micki was not my girlfriend, despite her efforts to convince me otherwise. I didn't call her in the evenings to talk, I didn't spend a lot of time with her at school, I didn't hold her hand at lunch, I didn't look for her on the sidelines during our games. She was a receptacle for me, a.