I was fucked by several of the boys I taught in those three years.Doug was a typical example. He was tall and slender, yet hardbodied. We had chemistr... from the instant we first laid eyes on each other. But he lacked self-confidence, especially when it came to females. I always had an itch to do something about that!My opportunity came one day when Doug got into a scuffle with another boy, from a different class. He had to stay with me after school.With only he and I in the classroom, I excused. Her medical records gave my parents a good estimate of when she was ovulating. I'd take off my jacket before reaching her door. I'd ring the doorbell and wait for her to answer. Because of my age and size (I'm not imposing) I'm not perceived as a potential threat and no one's refused to open the door. If I don't catch her scent, she's not ovulating. I just announce that I'm selling magazine subscriptions with obscure titles. She'd say, "No, thanks" and I'd be on my way.Most of the time I was. I was a muchrespected reporter for the Los Angeles Times; my stories were about theentertainment business. I had a knack for getting the real story onanything that involved entertainment for the reader. Whether it is thelatest movie, record, night club or latest fad, I was on it and had astory about it.One morning my editor called me into his office to discuss my next story.It involved a hypnotist that supposedly can turn a man into a woman, orat least make them feel that way. Not believing in. “Got to have a wee,” she announces. “You can come.” And so it is that I find myself in the toilet with this girl as she pulls her pants down to her knees and sits down. Her stream starts immediately and hisses onto the bowl and thunders into the water. All the while, she is looking at me. I presume this was something she and the boyfriend did too, perhaps the summit of their kinkiness. It is very much a young person’s fantasy, a fascination with the body’s central equipment without.