-- Just make sure you clean up after yourselves. I have to sleep in there”Without a word, they both turned to walk away.“But,” I caught them. �...If you think you need some help, come get me. I’m always available for you two.”I noticed a couple of intrigued looks from men nearby who overheard that. That should reinforce the “Gay Sensei” mythos.A couple minutes later, I rose and told Blaise I’d be right back. He winked, knowing where I was going.I headed straight for the bedroom and found Sam and. Kirsten was in too much pain to lie downon the examination table and so sat looking around the room. She haddressed fairly casually for the examination, just a t-shirt and jeanswith some high heeled sandals. While she looked at some obscure chartsthe doctor walked in unnoticed by her"You must be Kirsten. My name is Dr. Lattimore," he said. Surprised Kirsten spun around. She hadn't been ready for this. In frontof her was an amazingly hot doctor. She guessed he could be no olderthan 30. . " Within a few hours he sent me a mail: "Thanks for your mail babe. You look hot. When can we hook up?" I mailed straight back, trying hard to disguise any sayings that might make him realize it was me. We exchanged two more mails in quick succession, and by the afternoon his replies were pornographic, explaining in minute detail how he wanted to fuck me. He said he thought I'd look good in school uniform. I could almost hear him panting as he asked if I owned a short pleated skirt and school. I liked that one best and for some reason I didn't want to take it off.When Grandma saw it on me, again I must remind you that Granny thought Iwas Carol, she insisted I wear it when we went out for dinner later thatday.I tried on the rest of Carol's dresses; there were a total of five, allpretty. When I was through I hoped that Grandma forgot about me wearingthat grey dress for dinner, but she didn't.Either way it was not a good situation for me. I would be wearing a dressno matter, the one I.