But sometimes Miss Cole thought Riley was a bit of a kiss-ass, or teacher's pet as she should say.Miss Cole wanted Riley to succeed, but she also want...d her to learn to be more forceful and opinionated. Miss Cole knew that these traits were required to compete with men in academia and she wanted to teach Riley a lesson.Riley was the last student in the room after Tuesday night's class and Miss Cole asked her to stay behind for a review of her most recent essay on feminism in literature.Miss. I keep my eyes on her; you are behind me somewhere, breathing heavily. You breathe deeply, readying yourself and then you move towards the bed. I can’t see your face but I watch hers drop and know exactly what she’s seeing. She shuffles back away from you but you catch her legs, yanking her to the edge of the bed. You take her neck in your hand and slide it round to cradle the base of her skull, lifting her face to yours. You kiss her again deeply and freely, it’s noisy and messy and makes my. His skull was fractured on impact and he died later that night from internal bleeding in the brain.It was an 'accident', but she felt completely and entirely responsible. Although her parents didn't make her feel guilty, she had loaded all of the guilt up upon herself as high as she could stack it. She threw away all of her dolls and toy horses and became 'far too serious', never laughing and never seemed to enjoy a single minute of her remaining childhood. Her only companion became her school. I could see the white straps of a bra beneather and I assumed he wore panites. His hair hair was pulled back into a single pony tail and his lips were bright red with lipstick. I sat up on the edge of the bed alooked at this strange new person standing before me and tried to absorb all the revalations I had encountered all within the span of a few hours. "I'm a senior citizen sissy," he calmly and quietly announced, but I noticed that he has hiding something behind his back. "What are you.