I decided to sit back and see what would transpire. Still, regardless of their feelings, I was determined to set the age of mating for my group closer...to what was acceptable in my time. I would probably meet with some resistance, but if they really wanted each other, they would wait.By the time Noon came along, I herded my workers to our cold creek bath. Then we adjourned to the patio for hamburgers, grilled to perfection by Lyna. As I ate the steer beef burger, I had a hankering for a bison. Although it would have been too much to think that she wouldn't have - but that seemed to indicate to me at that point that she was wearing underwear underneath those stockings and she had not removed them yet.The final costume change proved to be the money shot...This time she reappeared in a rather sparkling and shiny leotard type outfit and either without any stockings on at all - or if so, they must have been nude. Before I entered the room for the 3rd and final time, my best hopes were to. Stacy entered her dressing room and locked the door behind her.Standing alone she pulled out the swimsuit and shoes she was to wear forthe next round. It was a pink two piece string bikini and a pair ofpink heeled sandals. She took off her dress, bra, panties, and jewelryand put on the swimsuit. She looked in the mirror and began to feel abit overexposed, so she put on a pair of short denim shorts. Shestrapped on the shoes and put on a pair of sunglasses then hurried backto the auditorium. . ”A student, he looks like he's over thirty years old, puts his hand up. Cassandra points at him and asks him what he wants.“You should not say shitty, Miss Dark. I do not think that sounds like a teacher,” he tries to correct her.A few students and I laugh, Cassandra laughs too. Then she gets serious:“Who gives you the right to tell me what to say and what not to say? Besides, your language is highly unacceptable. Since you are so dissatisfied with my lessons, I must send you to the Rector's.