Bigger than I thought. It was official - I was busty."Guess in that regard I'm lucky," she shrugged as she poured herself somewater from the kitchen s...nk taps.I clumsily waged war on the connecting hooks on the back of the bra,trying to fasten it. "Come on," I urged the hooks. As a man I did havethe requisite experience in undoing bras but I was never forced to do oneup before and the added complexity of doing it behind my back only raisedthe difficulty. My struggles finally paid off and I was. Justin continued, "I know what you want and only I can give you what youneed. You're wandering in life with no direction, you probably work a jobjust to pay your bills. You are attracted to young guys and yet you aretoo scared to admit it. You are a fag! A sissy! And I can help you out. Iwill if you allow me to. But you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"I stammered a short reply, "Yes, I think I do."And he smiled. I felt a sense of calm. He knew and I knew he knew. Yet Iwas still a bit scared. Rosemarie and Maria were doing well enough as Herr Groening and Ms Finkelstien along with the other masters and mistresses were strict and all excellent teachers and in keeping with tradition never “spared the rod” or “spoiled the c***d” .Walking through the large doors as if he owed the building, which in some ways he did, Georg made his way down the familiar corridors towards the Headmasters office.Outside the door were three nervous looking girls in the regulation short skirts ,white. After lunch I was too nervous to go home, so I went to the pub. I stood around too nervous to drink. I drank a ton of really bad coffee before the first results came in. I could have cared less about the school board and county commissioners. It was all about the run for Sheriff. First results had it a close three way race with me and the retired chief from Dobson in the rear. But the largest precinct to report was near Dobson. Dobson wasn't in Warren County but it was on the edge, and that.