" She murmured. If I was so beautiful, why did she have tears in her eyes? Mother sat beside me, "Darling, I want you to be very brave. Your father wo...'t be coming back. He died yesterday." We both cried. When we returned to our own home, I went to my room and removed my girl's clothing. My old clothes seemed some how course and crude compared to the feminine clothing that I had worn over the last two days. Mother bathed, dressed in fresh clothes and we left for the funeral home. It was only. For a few moments the girl looked hard at the guy’s sad looking penis all squashed up in that see-through jock strap. The foreskin of the knob of that penis had pulled back hard against the pressure of the plastic material that was confining it and this action was causing the end of that penis to distort and squish up hard like it was trying to escape. The little urethral hole right at the tip was getting slightly distended by all this and making it look like it was making a very silent scream. I was rude, and he tried again. He was getting a bit tipsy, and he tried even harder. I felt very self-conscious - how do women handle boors like that guy? Fortunately, we landed, and I escaped his unwelcome advances.I felt the cabbie leering at me through his rear-view mirror. The porters were helpful - too helpful. More lustful gazes. With a great sigh of relief, I shut the door behind me, safe within my room. At least for a while.I'd never been intimidated by big cities before. There. -----*****-----As Cynthia entered the classroom, she was met with a noisy room filled by over active boys telling each other about their summer escapades. But as soon as they saw Cynthia the chatter and activity came to a sudden halt. Cynthia had a reputation in the school as a stern teacher. The class was her senior environmental science class she remembered that she also handled them last year. As Cynthia ran over the names of her students, there was one name that she felt was new to her so.