" Thanks, Mom, but it's complicated. Let's not talk about it. I'll forget about it. It's just a crush. You grow out of those, don't you?"Candy took to... long to answer, "Of course you do. How about we go to Miss Tonya's later and you can play with Jayda?" Mom, I'm not a kid. We don't 'play,' like with dolls anymore." You know what I meant, hangout or whatever you big girls do. I'll play with Miss Tonya, and you grown ups can do whatever you do."At the end of the short school day:Evan came out of. Misses Dramila is waiting for me. She is upset. Her face clouds into afrown. I wonder for a moment how long I have been able to read anexpression in a face so wrinkled. "You have been very foolish, my sweetlove. Just look at you. You have tracked mud and filth into my place ofbusiness. And your hair! Perhaps you do not appreciate all I've triedto do for you, but I expect you to maintain a certain appearance ofcleanliness in this house. You will attend to yourself immediately."I feel odd, being. He was young – about 26-28, about 5’ 10”, slim and with lovely big dark brown eyes and a rounded nose that was just broad enough to be sexy without being squat. He was soft-skinned and clean-shaven but even against his gorgeous chocolate-coloured skin, you could see a 5 o’clock shadow – or is it 6 o’clock? Anyway, the tight curls of his black hair were cut neat and short and his skin complexion was, frankly, “soft as a baby’s bum” as we say here in the UK!And speaking of a baby’s bum, he was. I promised to wait for him after he got done talking to a classmate of his. then he flipped my skirt up, and gave me a kiss on the butt and then a good slap which made my butt jiggle and made me moan. Then gave me a pinch and left to go see his classmate. I went back to the quad and sat down again, a little uncomfortable from the magnificent fuck my new friend gave me. Afterwards, another man noticed me and asked me if I was gay or a tranny or whatever. He was a white guy, about 40 to 50 years.