A cute, 18 yr old blonde.At that point I couldn't control it anymore. I bought the magazine and left.I began walking around town, sizing up possible d...stinations.Behind a wall, a garden, an alleyway. Nothing was discreet enough. I made my way down to the seafront about to give up when I came across a public toilet.Great.I walked in, found a free cubicle and locked the door.I placed the magazine top of the closed toilet lid, pulled both my jeans and underwear down and slowly began to massage my. Also, the scandal would devastate her, as I was perfect in her eyes.Mom wanted me to stay home from school on Monday, as I looked awful, but I convinced her I had an important test that I could not miss. A worried-looking mother sent me off to school.After homeroom, I reported to Mr. Evan’s office. Little did I know that Coach Braun would be there.“Come in, Roy. I have given my secretary the morning off, so we will have complete privacy, have you made your decision?” Mr. Evans asked.I was. By senior year, she had what could be called a ‘boyish’ build. Her hips were only marginally wider than her waist, but her feminine bottom had expanded, at least when viewed from the side. She had a few wisps of black hair between her thighs, which did little to camouflage the conspicuous trident of flesh – ample, finger-sized outer labia, and the protruding hood of her clitoris that graced the adult-sized genitalia which her diminutive pelvis could not quite fully withhold. What had stalled on. I remember the dent in the locker I put with my fist when she told me we were through. She broke my heart that day. I vowed that would never happen again. It did only once since then. Mom. I took a long shower. It has a flash heater and the water is never cold. It helps with the aches and pains of my aging body. My aging body! That's next. I had to think, I was at my physical best when I was 27. I'd finally gotten into good enough shape to do the April 18th Marathon. Runners know it and hate.