It was towards the beginning of the Northern Californian school year, as Lori was tidying up the classroom after the c***dren had left for the day. She taught the very youngest c***dren, and today, being the first day of the school year, had been hectic. The last of the c***dren, and some mothers, had departed. She was looking forward to going home to her bachelor pad, kicking off her shoes, putting her feet up and downing a cool beer. Just then, a female face appeared in the doorway. Are you Lori?" she asked. Lori nodded. "Thank goodness. Listen, my daughter is due to start with you tomorrow,… Leggi altre informazioni