Her husband of ten years, John, had been dropping unsubtle hints lately about her old school uniform, wondering aloud if she could still fit into it a...ter two children. To her delight, Kathy could still squeeze into the little pleated skirt, although her hips and thighs had spread just a little. To complete the effect of the naughty schoolgirl she had bought some black shoes and knee length white socks. The white blouse was easily found as was the tie. As for the little pleated skirt, Kathy. . . Mr. C. Do you?” she teased but I noticed she was becoming daring in her questions.“Absolutely. I would say almost daily.” “And who do you think about, when you jack off, Mr. C?”“Sometimes pictures I have collected or porn I have watched; sometimes even students I have in class.”“Ever think about me, when you shoot your load?” She asked boldly.“Absolutely. In fact, last night I stripped down naked and thought about you a lot. I even got out last year’s yearbook and jacked along as I looked. Bill was a good enough husband, he certainly made enough money working eighteen hours a day to provide her with any material possession she desired. It was only after they married did she realize what she wanted most in her life wasn’t a material possession but a spiritual possession of herself. ‘Do you know whose it is?’ he asked her. The pause before she spoke was more telling than the answer. ‘I don’t really know,’ was her honest answer. ‘Just some random guy then?’ Eric asked, a little. A search of his room showed most of his clothes to be gone, taken by his friend. This friend was eventually located and explained how he had helped Bristow get out of town by picking him up not far from home and taking him to the bus station. An extensive search was conducted but after several days no one was able to remember exactly if they had seen him, helped him or new where he was going.Present Day - Agency Head QuartersThe case grew cold but was never fully closed so it was a few years.