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Lindy · 03-23-2010, 05:35 PM

I liked school, I liked learning, school was a good time for me. I goofed off a bunch, and I realized that if you didn't do anything really bad, you could get away with lots of little shit. I was a band geek, an honor student, didn't drink or do drugs, and except for being an easy touch for sex, I was miss goody two shoes. One time one of my friends and I switched the BOYS and GIRLS signs around on a couple of restrooms. It was the day of a speech/debate contest, so of course all the kids from other schools read the signs, but all the locals just went to the restroom they'd always used. Lots of screaming girls, and laughing guys til the principal had the janitor lock the restrooms. Didn't get caught either.

The most trouble though was when one day after school I hit hard on the band teacher. He was in his mid twenties, gorgeous, hot, let the kids call him by his first name, and I just wanted him. And what Lindy wants, Lindy gets. So I thought at seventeen. After school I went into one of the practice rooms, took off my bra under my tee shirt, and put it in my purse. Then I went into his office, where he was sitting slouched in his chair facing the computer screen, and I just kind of draped my boobs over his shoulders. He looked at me in the mirror on his desk and said "Lindy, what are you doing?" and I said something to the effect that he should lock the door and pull the shade, I had something I wanted to show him. He said "Lindy, wait, I have to go to the bathroom." and walked out the door. Then he went and CALLED MY DAD who walked in the door about ten minutes later.

I was mortified! I adore my Dad and I could tell the he was so hurt and...disappointed in me. I was grounded for the rest of the year --about six weeks. Took my car away.

Made me do volunteer work at a nursing home. We laugh about it now, fifteen years later, but God, was I in the doghouse. Five years later he (band director) sent me a card for college graduation and wrote a nice note about how I was one of his favorite students, and thanking me for helping him in his personal growth.

I cried and cried and cried. And writing this I'm sniffing, and my eyes are all misty.

I'd talk about this in Sexuality, but there's no sex in it.

Lindy

03-23-2010, 05:35 PM	#19 (permalink)
Lindy Junkie	I liked school, I liked learning, school was a good time for me. I goofed off a bunch, and I realized that if you didn't do anything really bad, you could get away with lots of little shit. I was a band geek, an honor student, didn't drink or do drugs, and except for being an easy touch for sex, I was miss goody two shoes. One time one of my friends and I switched the BOYS and GIRLS signs around on a couple of restrooms. It was the day of a speech/debate contest, so of course all the kids from other schools read the signs, but all the locals just went to the restroom they'd always used. Lots of screaming girls, and laughing guys til the principal had the janitor lock the restrooms. Didn't get caught either. The most trouble though was when one day after school I hit hard on the band teacher. He was in his mid twenties, gorgeous, hot, let the kids call him by his first name, and I just wanted him. And what Lindy wants, Lindy gets. So I thought at seventeen. After school I went into one of the practice rooms, took off my bra under my tee shirt, and put it in my purse. Then I went into his office, where he was sitting slouched in his chair facing the computer screen, and I just kind of draped my boobs over his shoulders. He looked at me in the mirror on his desk and said "Lindy, what are you doing?" and I said something to the effect that he should lock the door and pull the shade, I had something I wanted to show him. He said "Lindy, wait, I have to go to the bathroom." and walked out the door. Then he went and CALLED MY DAD who walked in the door about ten minutes later. I was mortified! I adore my Dad and I could tell the he was so hurt and...disappointed in me. I was grounded for the rest of the year --about six weeks. Took my car away. Made me do volunteer work at a nursing home. We laugh about it now, fifteen years later, but God, was I in the doghouse. Five years later he (band director) sent me a card for college graduation and wrote a nice note about how I was one of his favorite students, and thanking me for helping him in his personal growth. I cried and cried and cried. And writing this I'm sniffing, and my eyes are all misty. I'd talk about this in Sexuality, but there's no sex in it. Lindy