All you need to do here is be yourself, Connor, and let me see who you really are." Connor made a face at that enigmatic statement and looked Sensir d...rectly in the eyes. "Why? What would that do for you?" "If I like you then I'll keep you," Sensir said simply before gently pulling Connor's head to rest on his shoulder. "But while you're here don't worry about anything. I've got it under control." Connor had a small desire inside him to argue. How could he say. She pushed me in front of her then and we went through a doorat the end into a sort of small salon. I froze then, there was a manthere, he was dressed in brightly coloured rather effeminate clothes andit seemed as if he was waiting for us."Hi, Di." He was smiling at her as she thrust me forward"Hello Paul, sorry we are late." That's no problem love, I'm quite happy to wait for you." Thanks Paul, this is my sissy sister Rachel." Pleased to meet you Rachel, he smiled at me, now sit-down. A professional, business-like one that was a couple of inches above the knee. Hey, I notice things, ok? Especially when instantly crushing on a teacher. Well, my first crush, so I don’t really know about that part.“Uh, Miss Stewart, if you could, would you change your attendance list to Rick instead of Ricky?”She looked at me ... and smiled. I think she understood. I also saw that she had bright green eyes with her dark brown lashes, eyebrows, and hair. I also saw perfect white teeth surrounded. "I...I'm here," I said I to the phone. "I can see that!" she snipped harshly. "What the fuck are you wearing?" I was still gazing out the window at her house, searching the windows for her. Since I'd met her she'd come to represent all of the unknown pleasures of life. Younger than me by twelve years she was carefree, independent and wild. She lived for herself, cared for herself, enjoyed herself and her life. I was a homebody, a housewife with a part time job and no children. I vacuumed, she.