I need to get out of here quick!'And that's what I did as I ran toward my car. However, I stopped dead again in front of another store called Wild Thi...gs. It was an exotic shoe store. You know the shoes you'd see strippers wear, and all these other funky ones. "Hi welcome to Wild Things. Guess you're looking for your girl friend or something? Trying to spiceup your love life huh?" No I'm looking for me." Oh.." I took her by surprise. "We don't carry men shoes." Oh that is ok, I'm looking for a. The next morning, Bill said to John, "I guess the young ladies are doing well." He looked over to see the girls talking and laughing with Nancy and Joyce."Yes, I think they will be fine now. Hopefully, we will find some good young men with those two out of the way. Nancy told me that those two guys had pushed any others who might have been interested away. They are pretty and smart so they will do well."Let's get everyone on the road and put down some miles."Bill smiled, "Yes, Sir, Captain Sir.. After the pristine sterility of the rest of the house, this room was overwhelming to the senses.At the top of the stairs were three doors—left, right, and straight ahead. Georgia’s was the right door. It opened inward and about halfway it caught on the strap of a bra that was on the floor in front of it. To my left was a four-drawer dresser. The top left drawer was open showing various bits of underwear. Lots of prints. Without pawing through it, I could tell there were also lots of very sexy. He walked into the first-grade classroom to see a forty-year-old teacher, Ms. Davis, standing by her desk. She looked very pretty for her age. Short brown hair, reading glasses, knee high skirt with a buttoned up shirt.“Sit”, she sternly said pointing at the chair beside her desk. She sat and Mike sat. Ms. Davis went on about how misbehaved his child was in regards to talking too much and always tickling the girls in the class. Mike laughed and asked what the big deal was. Ms. Davis.