Foster doesn't scare me, then I'm sure Mrs. Foster won'teither!" Dale guffawed as he looked up momentarily then returned to hiscomic book. "You don't...get it do you stupid," Andy said still looking at Dale. "Itain't Mr. Foster you have to worry about, it's Mrs. Foster who really runsthe place. She cooks all the meals, washes all the clothes and does theday to day stuff then does all the book work here as well. She's the onewho runs the place. It might already be too late for you though". She felt his lips touch hers again and for the first time since this strange encounter began, she believed this wasn’t a dream. The man she had fantasized over, dreamed of, and longed for was driving her crazy with his increasingly insistent fondling of her nipples, which he was even now pinching as he suckled her bottom lip. ‘How much longer are you going to sit here wool gathering instead of kissing me back, hmmm?’ he wondered aloud as he nibbled an earlobe, pushing her down onto the bed. At her desk next to mine, smiled, and said Alright, high five! as we high-fived each other. I was in tenth grade at the time, 15 and feeling good about it. I was tall, about 61 with an athletic build because I was running on the cross-country team. I was also a little bit nerdy which is why I think I was attracted to J.C. She was 15 as well, but a bit shorter than me, she was also just as smart as me, which made me like her even more. She was a sort of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl who didnt. The only bad point was how Laura was so incredibly attractive. There was something about her which Amanda found impossible to resist: maybe it was that deliberate, measured, serious way she did everything, as though she were always performing in public, like a schoolgirl trying to act perfectly before a teacher; maybe it was a certain social cluelessness, combined with obvious technical skills; maybe it was something else, but whatever the case was, Amanda found it hard not to throw herself at.