I hated myself for doing this. Here I was 30 years old, and I wasbecoming enamored with a 17-year-old boy. Not only was it against allstandards of e...ucation and a violation of my teaching contract, but itwas immoral and wrong. Yet, I could not help myself; I was a woman withneeds.On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, my desires could no longer bethrottled. I wore a single piece red dress with a scooped bodicedisplaying ample views of my rather fleshy cleavage. The dress wasmidthigh in. .. call it a ‘policy change,’ without your approval; you, like each of us, have veto power.”“So,” I started, “you two must already have approved this ‘policy change.’”Dad nodded, then waited to see if I’d say more. I raised my eyebrows at him to suggest that he continue.[Oh, to have Rhee’s eyebrow skill.]Dad turned a bit pink, took a deep breath, and said, “We want to know how you’d feel about the house being ‘clothing optional.’”I looked into Dad’s eyes, then Mom’s, and then looked back to. I formally reported in the Navy style used by Marines—because even though the Mackie Military School was "military" it was run by former and retired Marines. Commandant Mackie had retired from the Marines as a sergeant major. The Army and Air Force render a hand salute when reporting. Marines and Sailors don't—unless under arms. I was naked in every sense of the word. Naval service personnel centered themselves a pace from the front edge of their commanding officer's desk and assume the. “I see all.”“I might not fully trust your plan, but I do trust your advice. What do I do about Autumn and Mandy?”“Hmmmmm,” Shelby pondered noisily from her side of the line. “Take your time. Have fun. Don’t break hearts.”“I think I can handle two out of those three.”“You should try to stay friends with both girls. They both like you a lot, and they will support you in the future. You want them on your side.”“I suppose I do,” I admitted. “Not that I planned to hurt anyone.”“Of course you don’t,.