I left Jennifer's house a little after 5 p.m. and decided to look at the card Rachel gave me at school. I was curious to where she lived. She gave me all of her personal information including her home address, her telephone number, her e-mail address, her Twitter connection as well as her What's app connection. She also told me her age, birthdate, height, weight, and breast size as well as the size of the panties she wore and what her favorite colors were. She said she enjoys most sports, music, and being with mature boys. I was only a few blocks from Rachel's house, so I decided to walk over that way and take a look. She lives in a good neighborhood and it isn't a long walk to the school. I'm sure she walks to school in good weather.
I saw the street sign before reaching the corner where I would turn right to find her house. As I turned the corner a car pulled in close to the curb and a girl opened the door and got out. She reached in to grab her backpack and when she turned around we both noticed one another.
"Billy! What a pleasant surprise! Were you looking for me, I hope?"
She turned and walked toward me.
Then she repeated her question. "Were you looking for me Billy?"
"Actually, I was looking to see where you live, but I am happy that I ran into you. Who was driving you home?"
"Oh, that was my ill-tempered, mean, and jealous boyfriend. I'm glad he didn't notice you just now. It's also a good thing he hasn't found out you are stalking me." Then she laughed. I haven't had a boyfriend in over a year and a half. Since you came over to see where I live, please walk me to my house. I want you to come in and I will introduce you to my mother. I want her to meet you and I want you to meet her. I told her I met you at Macy's and then we discovered we were classmates at the same high school. I told her you were a senior and that you planned to go to the university after graduation. I did not tell her you have a sex problem and that you were at Macy's to buy panties and bras for an older woman working at our high school." She laughed again and then put her hand inside of mine and we exchanged smiles.
I told her to give me the book she was carrying in her other hand. She looked at me and said, "Its not heavy Billy."
"I know, but I was taught to carry things for women when I'm walking with them."
"Really? Who taught you to be a gentleman Billy?"
"My dad. He is a special forces Colonel in the United States Air Force. He taught me several things. I was always to open doors for women, walk on the curb side of the sidewalk with a woman, help a woman with her coat, help a woman sit at a table, stand whenever a woman enters a room, and other things like that."
"Maybe that's why this mysterious adult woman who works at our high school likes you so much. In addition to being treated with respect she gets wonderful intimate gifts from you. How long have you been intimate with this woman Billy?"
"I Just met her this year. This is my first year here at Thomas Jefferson High School."
