" Don't worry Heather," a voice from the back of the crowd called out. "I'm sure Will will let you play with his balls."Everyone laughed – I couldn'... see who said it, but it sounded like my cousin Graham.Heather blushed, which had been the intention of the interjection, and I tried not to laugh too obviously."I'm not sure how I can follow that remark up," David continued, once the laughter had subsided. "Now, you should know that came from a Morris family member, so don't say you hadn't been. However, there was something in the way that she carried herself that led him to believe that she was. He also wondered how he would handle being her class partner. It definitely wasn’t something to complain about. He felt lucky to at least have the excuse to be around her. However, he would have to keep his cool if he wanted to get to know her more than just study and project partners. When class ended, Fisher packed up his backpack. Annabelle was waiting for him at the end of the row with a. Her computer monitor chirped as she saw she had received another useless email. Wait. It was from the principal. The nearly thirty something year old brunette leaned forward to check out her screen; had there been any male students in the room they would have checked Miss Williams out. Her features were the make of a natural beauty, her curves just perfect. Many students tried to get a glimpse down Miss Long's blouses, some even knocked pencils and pens off their desk hoping she'd be nice. " Yeah? I was one of those whiners who asked why nice guys couldn't get laid. In high school, I was a total nerd, despised by bullies around the world. I started writing kinky sex stories as a substitute for the sex I was missing out on, and maybe a little out of anger and resentment toward women." A little?" she asked."I expected to get lots of hate mail from women, and geeky guys to identify with my stories, but guess what?" What?" she asked."It shocked the hell out of me when women started.