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March 8, 1989, Chicago, IllinoisI arrived at the dojo a couple of minutes before noon and unlocked the doors. I went into Sensei Jim’s office - my office! - and shut the door. I quickly put on my gi and folded my clothes and put them in the cupboard with the soap and deodorant I’d brought to the dojo so I could shower.My students arrived and went to the changing rooms and were lined up so that I could start at exactly 12:10pm by the dojo clock. I’d watched how Sensei Jim had run this class all. "However dreamy it might have seemed. Good morning, Chuck." Good morning Lorraine," he said, watching my face."If you want Lorraine, then I'm Lorraine, but I'd really rather you wanted Jenn." Ohhhh," he said. "Jenn. I remember Jenn. I love Jenn." Still? No mistake? Not overcome by the moment?"He kissed me, just a peck. I didn't let him get away with that. I reeled him in for a REAL one."I was worried about morning breath," he said as our lips parted."Do I have it?" I asked."No. And you're. Oh..thank you," I said absently, still planning my escape in mymind, if only I could persuade him to help me.He came and stood behind me and I felt the cool aromatic oil dribble ontome."You, you wont tell her will you?"He was quiet, rubbing the oil into my shoulders."Please, please don't tell her," I lisped louder."You are asking a lot Leanne, I don't know, I'll have to think about it,I might as well undo this tie around your neck, it isn't doing much andyour tits have been in plain sight for. "I mean I don't want you to be uncomfortable."I tried to ignore her knowing look toward my crotch, now hidden beneath my text book, as if to say but it looks like it's making you uncomfortable! I couldn't think of anything clever to say, so I just grinned and watched her reach behind and unhook her bra. Then she hunched her shoulders forward, letting the straps fall off her shoulders. Watching me, she held the bra cups in place for a moment or two, then lifted them away, letting her breasts.
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