All those others? They all just blend together. Did I really give everything up for something I can't even remember?" she pondered.Those parties and e...ents.The trips and cruises.So many to keep track of.Arm candy for those men."Why can't I remember them as clearly as the car trip to the Grand Canyon with my husband and children? I traveled in private jets and limos, but what does my mind linger on? The frayed edge of that vinyl seat in the Oldsmobile Vista cruiser that irritated my leg the. Debbie said she would tape Marsha and we could put dollar bills in Marshas bikini top and bottom just like a stripper. We covertly touched Marshas tits, ass and pussy. It was Debbies turn. She got wet. I had taken her to a strip joint in Denver and she knew how to dance like a stripper. She gave us lap dances and bent over and humped her ass toward us with her legs spread. Marsha was taping and zoomed in on Debbies tits, ass and pussy. Debbie danced like a pro and we put dollar bills in her top. It seemed to me thatapplying for a teaching position at an exclusive, elite secondary schoolfor young ladies would be seen as the arrogance and perversity of a youngman with the hots for teenaged young ladies. I never admitted to thatmotivation. My application had been little more than a self-dare.I thought it would be paradise, amid swarms of young ladies with sockstwo to three inches below the knees, and dresses ending six to nineinches above the knees. It sounded so very different from my. Stuck in a perpetual circle of monotony. You had often thought back to that moment when your shopping had fallen and spilled across the car park.A small drama by itself but on top on everything else it had felt much more, tipping you over the edge. Expletives spilled from your lips and you had lost the ability to fight back the tears that welled in your tired eyes. But through your watery eyes, this stranger, holding your tins and fresh fruit, with the warmest of smiles had come to the rescue..