" nd turn you into the sexiest school girl who ever lived.”I couldn’t help but notice that Mr. Johnson was talking in statements, not questions. H... was not asking me, he was telling me. He was certain of what was about to happen. “I know you will enjoy this as much as me." he said. "We will start slowly and I will teach you everything there is to know about sex.” He walked me away from the mirror and I sat silently at the end of his bed. He began to undress himself. In no time at all he was. 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 enough to lean over to give them a view of her perfectly formed C-Cup breasts. Even when she wore her glasses (which. Oooh, that smarted. Whatever hit me must have been a whole lot bigger than I was. I decided I was just fine where I was at. Somebody was trying to talk to me but they finally just faded away. It was much more peaceful again. I needed that. I knew I was hurting, I just didn’t know how badly, and snoozing was a good way of not worrying about it for the time being. The next thing I recall was waking up with a god-awful hunger. My stomach was telling me that my throat must have been cut. I still. I worried she would decide it meant it was time to use those hypnosistools I'd heard and read about... or worse, send me off to anetiquette school for the conditioning I now knew way too much aboutfrom my research.Part of me knew that I needed to engage with her in a positive way andnot shut her out... but my own depression over the situation where Ihad suddenly found myself wouldn't let me. Before I knew it, thefourteen weeks of Ivy's extended maternity leave with me had flown by,and it was.