He knew this, though he could not tell you how he knew. His gnarled fingers, twisted by time and by activity, lifted the lid of an oaken chest clad in...faded leather from a cow slaughtered long before the old man was born. He sneezed from the dust, which in its turn brought on a cough from his tired lungs that took several minutes to run its course. The old man did not bother to fight the cough anymore. At the top of the chest’s neatly packed contents were letters written in a woman’s graceful. She began to moan a bit as she switched her imagination to being in an empty classroom with her teacher. She pictured herself staying after class to ask him a question, but really her intentions were much dirtier. He went to her desk where she sat in front, like always, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her up towards his chest. They were so close; she could feel his warm breath tickle her face. She was confident and sexy in her fantasy, so she made the first move closer, their lips were almost. They had cast a spell over me in their speaking that I will never forget. Me, Jeff, the so-very ordinary looking ‘setting creator.’ The silence that followed them was deafening as the entire gaggle, excuse me, group, realized she was right. They were trying to arrange an outing where she would be seen by all the ‘right people’, and her regular escort, one she’d selected all so carefully, that had met the approval of her very wealthy, protective parents, was out tonight… would you believe it,. Do you want me to leave ?’, asked Margo‘Oh no…please stay and enjoy”, smiled IreneIrene walked towards a low table and started taking a lamp and a frame off it, then she changed her mind and put the things back on. ‘How about the rug ?’, laughed Irene‘We both spread ourselves on it and start chewing it’, joked Nellie‘Come here you little kitten’, said Irene in a throaty voiceNellie walked towards the teacher who reached under her skirt and slipped off her thong.Nellie reached under her skirt.