He didn’t remember her taking those pictures.“As I told you, this is been put away for a long time but I got it out this month.” He did have a h...rdon by now which she ignored. Each of the pages had been dated and when she turned to the next one he saw one less than a month ago. She slowly turned each page so he got a good look at six recent erections which had visited her vagina and left their stuff there. She made no comments because the dates and pictures spoke for themselves.When she closed. 00 PM. on Saturday the 4th of July.Hope to see you there,Someone called Janice Fredricks had signed it. Big Janice, it had top be her. Many a young fellow had learned a lot more about human anatomy, behind the bike shed, from Big Janice than they had ever learned in biology class. Provided of course that they were willing to shell out for the obligatory large size bar of fruit and nut or the current Issue of the BUNTY.The interesting fact was that since her name was now Fredricks, it was likely. The trunk popped open, then the driver’s door. The ones that knew him saw Nick stand up, then go to the back door and come around it with a white German Shepard in tow. They both went around to the passenger side and saw a woman’s head come into view. The woman looked toward the people waiting and smiled, but the smile was nervous and tentative and it surprised Abby who knew them the best.The man bent down, doing something now out of view. When he stood, they moved around the back of the car,. Taylor. Oh, how could I forget Mrs. Taylor? Well, for one thing, she was obviously married when she taught English Literature, not to mention ran the homeroom session that I attended. She managed to be very flirtatious without seeming to give me any hope of anything happening between us. Mind you, I was already intimate with Jana, but she didn’t know about that. I was still more than enough of a horndog to lust after teachers and classmates.“Remember my daughter, Carly?” Mrs. Taylor asked me.