Putting a pair on my nipples, or even on my clit. It was my favorite clothespin, actually. It seemed to work perfectly for me. It was never too tight,...or too loose. I could tell it apart from the others because of a mark I had made on it, and I smiled to myself when I realized it had been in my bag this entire time. I began thinking about how dirty it would be to show up to the tutoring session with Ms. Grant rather horny, and I liked that thought. Something in me said this was a good idea, so. She sat him down on the bench and kissed him softly, making sure he was okay with this sexual approach to his mental block. He could barely form the words when she asked, but just kept nodding his head eagerly.She added, “You have three pieces to work on, so we’ll work in three stages. Then I’ll give you your present.”The first stage was her fully dressed, fondling him sensually, kissing his neck and halfway through, whispering dirty promises in his ear. As she rubbed his growing bulge through. As he walked down the halls he tried to think of how he could convince Miss Springer to give him some extra credit work or something and maybe convince her not to send a failure notice home. His Dad, a Doctor, would kill him for not doing well in Science! Several girls who he passed in the hall said hello to him but he was so lost in thought that he didn’t respond.He knocked on Miss Simpson’s door. “Come in!” she said cheerfully.Timmy cautiously entered the room.“Oh Timmy!” Miss Springer. He needed to get a bit of cash, but didn't want to end up back here – he hadn't enjoyed the past year. As he flicked through the Sydney Morning Herald, his eyes were drawn to a picture of his bitch, all dolled up fancy-like. The article below read:'SNAKE BITE VICTIM MARRIES HEROAlmost a year ago, Katherine Jones tripped while out jogging on a remote track in one of Canberra's nature reserves, badly twisting her ankle. But worse was to come. She was bitten by a brown snake that she had fallen.