I was going to wait until the next time I saw him, and then ask him what he meant when he told her to be friendly to me. From the way he cussed on the...golf course and winked after staring at Beatrice's butt, maybe he did mean what she thought. If he did mean that, I had some other questions I needed to ask him too."I need to find out for sure first. I'm new here, and I don't know all the rules yet. Do you do that with Mr. Parsons, too?" You are a funny kid. I don't think I'm going to discuss. The class was almost over, and I thought I might be able to skate by. I didn’t.Sister Coulomb stood up. “Class, we have one last student that needs to read their poem. Mr. Badzinski, can you please come up here?”Well, shit! As I got to the desk, she handed my paper back to me. It took me a minute to compose myself. As I read the poem, there was a hitch in my voice; twice.When I was done there were a couple of “damns” from some students. I guess some of them got what the subject of it was. Class. She was dressed just for being around the house, with an Asian- style wrap around skirt ("sarong", I believe they are called) and a sleeveless cotton T-shirt, with no bra. This was pretty obvious - her pointy breasts jutted out against the T-shirt material like ice-cream cones. This in itself was distracting, but things got worse for me when she leaned forward on the table to write out equations for me. Then, sitting back to see what she was writing, I could see in through the armhole of her. E cosi infatti succede, io mi siedo sul letto alla sua destra e Peppe alla sua sinistra. La bacio, lei concede il fianco e il suo sedere si sposta verso lui. Ora siamo tutti e due concentrati a toccarla quasi sfiorandola….sembra un rito….e’ tutto molto soft….lei apprezza con respiri profondi e leggeri sussulti….Peppe si concentra sulla parte bassa del costume, con le dita la sfiora, io mi concentro, sempre da sopra il costume , sui capezzoli. Già i capezzoli….la parte più sensibile della mia.