I reached under my skirt, pulled off my thong, and fingered my clit before going to his room. I held my books against my chest as I walked to his roo.... I closed the door, said hello, and walked to his desk setting the books down. I imagined I looked very slutty. His eyes were glued to my jutting nipples. "Let me get that door."My teacher, Mr. Peterson, said as he got up. "If I don't lock it now we'll be interrupted for sure. It can get busy this time of day."He returned to his desk chair. I lowered my sunnies and looked him in the eye. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to do it Daddy?” I asked. There was a pause…but only a short one. “I think I would Annie, if it’s ok with you,” he said. “I’d like you to Daddy…very much,” I said. His hands touched my breasts, and he began to rub the cream into the firm but yielding flesh. He seemed to be avoiding my nipples at first, but his fingers touched my areola, which were already aroused and goose-bumpy. As he touched my nipples, I let out. And all day Sunday, too." Oh, okay," mum says. "Well, as long as you're impressing the producersand the directors and making connections in the industry, that's whatmatters, I suppose. We'll have to come up the weekend after." Umm, I guess," I say, my heart beating faster and faster at theprospect of the confrontation with my parents- a confrontation I'msimply not strong enough for, not yet, anyway. "Can- um, I think, um,grandma wants to have a word..." My grandmother looks at me with astern. She smiled to herself and licked her lips, savoring the taste of him as she switched to a smaller brush.The only class she was having trouble with was the script-writing seminar for a visiting professor with experience on Broadway and an acid tongue. He demanded realistic dialogue, and none of the members of her class had pleased him yet. She had read Tennessee Williams and Eugene O'Neil and Saroyan and written several scenes that were returned with caustic comments on them.She slashed some.