It was only natural for those feelings to arise. He laid her down softly on his bed, laid her a clean pair of flannel PJ’s beside her on the bed, a...d wrote her a note. The note read: Here are some clean clothes for you to wear, it will be chilly in a few hours. I went to chop some firewood but I am right behind the house if you need me. I am sorry for what has happened to you, but will do my best to help you make it through this hard time in your life. As for now, when you wake up, go take a. There was John, his towel dropped to the floor standing fully naked in full embrace with this guy Davo, and the pair of them devouring each others face. They were so into each other, their eyes were closed as their tongues played a game of reminiscence from many years before. It was deliciously sexy watching them kissing. It was frenzied and real, but overwhelmingly masculine. Davo clasped John’s face while John undid Davo’s belt and pants. Within seconds they fell to the floor. Davo’s. By midway through, however, her feelings had transformed into something else—a kind of pride in her momentary status as sex symbol, the buck on stage singing and playing just for her. She never let herself be openly sensuous, did she? There was something freeing about going along with his ‘hot teacher’ taunt and demonstrating that the diehard educator still had it in her to be a little bit raunchy. So what if some current student in the crowd saw her let go? She was swaying and writhing into a. I barely went back to sleep after Debbie called. My mind was still concerned over Saturday night and what if some of Tom’s sperm leaked prior to him pulling out. I was in prime time to become pregnant. I went outside and saddled Dusty and went for a ride. Riding along, I began to think what’d happen if I was pregnant—would I have an abortion? If so, what would that do to me having children later in life? Would Tom and I just get married and deal with having a child? After all, it would be our.