Hey this is my first time so go easy on me. So It all started back in 12 grade with my Chemistry teacher. The students hated her because she was vey strict and had a bit ego. She was in her late 30s or Early 40s White Skin Black Hair, Fresh face, big boobs and
It was never supposed to happen, and looking back, I often wonder if I only imagined it. But my mother died last week and I found her journals, including the one for the summer of 1955… We lived in Boston, outside Boston, really, now all part of the city, it used to be a neighborhood.