”Helen went on to tell me that she was a senior in high school and upon graduation, she would be moving to Ann Arbor, Michigan to go to the Universi...y of Michigan to study. She had not totally decided on what she wanted to study, but she was interested in some of the things she had seen in her father’s business. So she thought that accounting or business management would be interesting.About that time we were introduced and I walked with her into the ballroom. The band was striking up the first. When the meeting was over, I bounded down the stairs, three at a time, to get to my car. I texted Mom. "on my way." Halfway there I got a call from her. "Hi Mom," I answered. "Hey, baby. When you get here, just come on up to my bedroom." "Ok." I pressed down on the accelerator a little more. When I got there, I let myself in and walked up the stairs to Mom's bedroom. The door was open. She was sitting up in bed in a light blue baby doll peignoir, her large breasts barely contained by the. I can't see it at first, but just as I am starting to panic I see a lady waving at me from the far end of the car park next to a white car. I walk over with legs like jelly, and see a tall, very well dressed lady in her late 40s with a mass of beautifully coiffured brown hair and red lipstick. We kiss (slightly awkwardly on my part) on the cheek then with a laugh Kay invites me into the passenger seat and we are on our way.We chat for the 10 minutes or so on the way to her house, surprisingly. Williams would say something. She was eighteen, about to leave school, and he would no longer be her teacher. She prayed to her Sex God (the Lord Almighty was a frightful bore these days) that Mr. Williams would ravish her hard on her desk, and turn her into his filthy little cum-slut.And on this final day of school, with all exams and tedious break times and ringing bells and soggy lunches, there was only one thing she wanted: to leave Mr. Williams a slippery present on his desk.Waiting until.