Like in her poem, The Mirror, she takes a very dim view of her looks, like she has a bad self-image of something. You don’t feel that way, do you Pr...fessor Larson?”“It’s also about getting older.”“She drowns herself, right? The woman?”“I don’t know. Does she?” asked Amanda of the class.“I think it’s metaphorical,” said one of the white students. “Each day she’s looking into the lake, and over time she’s becoming an old woman. Claude’s reading it too literally.”“See, I think she’s about to drown. Then I remembered the look on the faces of the hostages I saved. And then I began to really think ... Well, it was a small price to pay for those kids! Hell, one of them might even go on to become someone famous ... And me, well I fucked up royally ... Yeah, the Marines would throw my ass out for this and I would have to go back to the cabin ... At least I still had all the money my damn dad had left me to live on...I heard a crapload of noise as some people walked into the room. I questioned,. Normally she would remove her skirt and blouse then put on her gym clothes. Today however, knowing she didn’t have any panties on, she pulled up her shorts before removing her skirt. Then removed her blouse and put on the t-shirt required for her class.Gym class today was fairly light. They had to do the normal stretches, then did gymnastic floor routines. Unfortunately she twisted her ankle. The coach helped her to the nurses office. Once there the nurse examined her ankle. It wasn’t sprained. Then without her notice I took my hand and started to press her boobs. She was little bit taken aback and I told her to relax.She: what are you really going to do with me?Me: wait and watch.I again start to press her boobs but this time I was doing more forcefully. For some time she didn’t say anything but then she said to do it less forcefully. I told her that I was testing her. Due to her heavy body the shapes of the boobs were not well but I still enjoyed them. Then I took her hand with my.