Thirty year old Miss Ann strode forcefully towards her car that was situated at the far end of the fenced in teacherâs parking facility. She was tired from the whole day of teaching and wanted to go home fast. She was wearing a white blouse covered by a grey coat and a grey knee length skirt. She had her hair tied in a bun as usual. Miss Ann was a tall pretty lady and had started teaching a few years ago. She tossed her brief case onto the passenger seat and after adjusting her seat belt wheeled her car towards the street. She stopped at the cross walk to allow several pedestrians pass by, and just at the last moment she recognized one of her students literally sobbing as she made her way down the side walk. She was wearing the school uniform, a white blouse and a plaid skirt with her hair tied in a ponytail. âWhat the heckâŚâŚ.,â Ann muttered while rolling down the driverâs side window to get a better view. It was Cheryl. She was a cute busty girl and was also obedient in class. âCheryl, come here, I want to speak with you.â Cheryl slowly turned her head to see who was calling her name. When she realized that it was Miss Ann she quickly wiped away her tears from her red sore eyes and with her head bowed walked slowly over to see what her Civics teacher wanted. âWhatâs wrong, child?â Miss Ann asked gently. Cheryl fought back her tears and with a quivering voice replied, âI-itâs nothing, Miss Ann, itâs really nothing at all.â Ann was about to let it go at that when all at once another spate of tears gushed down the poor girlâs cheeks. With concern in her voice the teacher said, âGet in the car and Iâll drive you home.â
Miss Ann tossed her brief case into the back seat and seconds later it was replaced by the cute little brunette. For the next minute or so they drove along in silence until Miss Ann asked gently, âNow, are you going to tell me whatâs going on?â Cheryl was totally lost. The last thing she wanted to do was spill her guts to a teacher. She squirmed uncomfortably trying to organize her thoughts until she finally began, âWell, uh, you see itâs like thisâŚâŚâ With her head bowed Cheryl offered softly, âI-itâs my chest; the other girls tease me about how I look like cow.â After taking a moment to let what the eighteen year old had just said Miss Ann asked, âAnd thatâs it, youâre crying because the other girls tease you about the size of your breasts?â âCome now, child, you have to be tougher than that.â
Ann drove along slightly dumbfounded at the young womanâs confession. Cheryl was going to need help. She thought about it several minutes before replying evenly, âWell weâll just see about that, Iâm taking you to my place to get this straightened out.â A shot of dread shot through her like a rifle bullet and she blurted in a pleading voice, âPlease let me take care of this myself, Miss Ann, I really donât need your helpâŚâ Ann wasnât too familiar with most of her students, but she remembered vaguely that last year Cherylâs mother had passed away quite suddenly leaving just she had her father. With no female at home to explain the ways of the world, it was a wonder something like this hadnât occurred sooner! Ann ignored the young womanâs protestations and headed straight for her apartment. She parked the car in front of her building and demanded, âOkay, here we are, grab my brief case and bring it along.â