Professor Peter Poet uses only his ruler and his binoculars to discover a new young star next door.Professor Peter Poet soon meets her yummy young mot...er, who appears as eager to meet his mighty meat.Professor Peter Poet teaches them his lessons in love with mathematical precision and steady progress.Professor Peter Poet is surprised one morning by his nice neighbour Jenny ringing at his door for a visit to thank the Professor for the free lessons to her tasty teen dear dod, 'sexy Sara' as I. The doors tothe bathroom were within reach when a voice called out."Hey, Big Bird, where the hell do you think your going?" Clearly a stabpersonally directed at me, I stopped and turned seeing a group of girlsstanding next to each other locked in a dead stare up at me. "Line startsback there bitch."The woman in the middle wearing a pink spandex mini dress and a blueversion of Michael Jackson's jacket pointed several girls back where theline began. She had an excessive amount of make up on. And he sure did have a full head of hair, didn't he? It was mostly gray, but he wore it long enough to make him seem more with-it than old. Didn't seem to be an ounce of flab on his lean six-foot frame either. Fact was, whatever his age, he was a damned attractive guy."G-Gramps," she nervously greeted him. "Got some time for your best girl?" Well, I was heading out fishing, but, uhhh... can do that any time. C'mon in."As he spoke, the old man noticed the way his granddaughter was dressed, short. She knew this because this wasn’t the first time she came home to find the curtains closed and Nate not to be seen or heard from only to pop out a few moments later saying he had headphones on and hadn’t heard her. She believed there was more to all this but could not prove there was more. Maybe he was jacking off and didn’t want her to know. Though, if she were honest with herself…shaking her head she threw those thoughts aside. No, that was wrong.She started to walk down the hall again.