“It’s a dirty word, Mr. I have never had such fun in school and after school. Xxx vedio Emerson. But, as I wrote, we were just then working on poetry and it was hard for me…I was desperate for a good grade so I could graduate and a bad grade in English wouldn’t help. He looked up at me, smiling, saying: “You’re right. It helped…I didn’t know it at the time…that my teacher was good looking. Emerson!” I held myself. It was the first of my many lessons with Mr. Mr. It helped…I didn’t know it at the time…that my teacher was good looking. I wasn’t much of a student and this played into his hands…did I write “hands?” and those fingers on his hands. My legs were getting weak and I moved into him. Emerson was rubbing my back. Finally I was calm and rested my head on his chest. His hand was so exciting and soft on me. We could say most anything else but those two words made us blush. Emerson. I knew from my parents that it was somehow a “dirty” thing to have and very private. This is the story of how I learned to love my cunt. “This is the writing of Walt Whitman,” he said, “and much of his poetry is about love and feelings…read this part.” I leaned over to look at the words and his arm
