So, when she told me that she wanted to marry me (seriously?), I backed off. So, I had stopped to worry about her anymore. Hope, she is doing fine wi...h her husband now.Now, let’s get to what I wanted to share.Since I had developed this phobia toward commitments, I found it very hard to find a girl. The girls who would like to have one night stands were out of my leagues. The girls I could seduce were the ones who wanted a long-term relationship.Now, I wanted to get rid of both. The only way. I figured it would be pretty much the same here and for the most part it was. Despite the sexy outfits on the girls I managed to contain myself rather easily. Until Mrs. Roberts showed up. When she came out I think all of the guys were taken by surprise. It was no secret that she was one of the hottest teachers in the school and we had all seen her swim suit during practice but today was not practice. For today she had on one of the smallest red string bikini's I had ever seen. I had to look. Diane, Ann, Heather and Andy came into his room."Bret, what clothes are you taking to wear at the Olympics? We were talking and realized you never wear anything but your issued clothing."Bret answered with a grimace, "That's the only clothing I own, except what the Olympic committee issued me to wear when preforming."All four girls were speechless with their shock. For the last three years, Bret had been giving allowances every other month to make sure their wardrobes were sufficient. He had. ?You’re pretty sure about this, aren’t you?? she said. ?Well, yes.? I said, trying to look cool while feeling a bit nervous about her. ?Well, we do have an available sample right here, so maybe we should find out?? She said, looking first at me, then at her friend. She lifted her foot and held it in the air. ?What do you think? she asked me, ?can you smell it?? ?No.? I lied, feeling a hint of the vinegar-like odour. She moved the tiny and beautifully curved foot closer to my face. I could see a.