The boy's name was Jeremy, and he had the petting part down cold. But it turned out it was his first time too, and after he got me so hot and literall... bothered, the rest was just a fumbling let down. I guess he technically did the job, but it was nothing I would look forward to doing for a long time. All in all I was majorly disappointed. Maybe I needed a man... not a boy.In mid-September, Uncle Gene had a guy come visit. He was some writer and wanted to look the ranch over and see what. McCarthy. He even visited the campus a couple of times to speak with her, and each time, he stalked out red-faced and angry.He not only had spent a lot of his own money to finance his school board campaign, he had contributed to the war chests of two other successful candidates. So when three of the five members of the board voted to "reassign" Ms. McCarthy to an administrative post at the district and replace her with a new principal, it was a surprise to us students, but not to people who. Maybe all she was doing was asking me to put some lotion on her, but in the outfit she was wearing, there was a lot of exposed area that would need lotion. Part of me was like "Hell, yeah," but part of me was unsure of how to proceed. It seemed we were about to change the dynamics of our relationship and I was somewhat caught off guard. I definitely wanted some clarification before I made any wildly incorrect assumptions. "Well, Ma'am," I said, trying not to sound flustered, "we do try to. ’ ‘Overtone….’ Jane commanded, and we saw him relax. ‘Sometimes when the audible signal starts, they drop the phone, but he’s doing okay.’ His natural curiosity aroused, or perhaps concerned that his girlfriend might come back on the line, our subject listened to the deep-relaxation message that was offered in a telephone operator’s voice that began to emerge from the audio tone. Jane stepped to a microphone that dangled from an equipment rack and motioned for silence. Lindie watched intently..