New Self Defense Class at Washington High - Chapter 13, part 3 - Mr. Wilson's COVID shot

**Chapter 13 part 3 - Mr. Wilson's COVID shot**

Mr. Wilson was incredulous at the idea of stripping in front of these three young ladies, arguing with them profusely.

“This is ridiculous,” he said, “and why would I take medical advice from you? Aren’t you just the nurse’s assistant?”

Gail was now fuming - *he’s so rude*, she thought.

There was a knock on the door. Heather answered it.

“I have the student’s bra and blouse from earlier today - all laundered and ready to go,” the woman at the doorway said.

“Those are mine!” Andrea squealed. “Thank you so much!”

“And why would I need to be naked for the COVID shot, sweetie?” Mr. Wilson continued in a condescending tone.

“You obviously haven’t been keeping up with the news,” Gail said forcefully as she picked up a clipboard, pretending to read a medical directive. “It says here, in males the shots are no longer effective when administered in the arm, so we...”

Gail was trying to be forceful but noticed Mr. Wilson suddenly became very distracted.

Excited to get her clothes back, Andrea turned her back to the group and peeled off her tight white crop top. Even though he couldn’t see her tits, the mere fact that this nubile creature was stripping off her clothes caught Mr. Wilson off guard and his testosterone went into overdrive.

Seeing a perfect opportunity for getting permission on such a brutal act, Gail stepped over, grabbing a blanket permission form and asked Mr. Wilson to sign it.

“This form says that it’s okay for us to inject the vaccine directly into your testicles…” she said holding out the form and a pen, knowing that Mr. Wilson was too distracted to hear a word she said.

Transfixed on Andrea’s bare top, hoping to see a glimpse of her breasts, Mr. Wilson reached out for the pen but accidentally grabbed Gail’s right breast - which under the circumstances, didn’t even really bother her considering what he was about to allow them to do, so she let it go. After fumbling with her chest for a moment, he quickly glanced over to Gail apologizing for his inadvertent grab and hastily grabbed the pen and clipboard and signed the form, then rapidly looking back over to Andrea, hoping to catch at least a glance of her nudity. He was lucky enough to see a hint of Andrea’s right breast when she turned slightly to put her bra on.

“Great, now step over here so we can strap you in,” Gail said. Gently taking Mr. Wilson by the hand.

Coming out of his trance, he shook his head and meekly asked about the constraints. “I’m…I’m not sure about this. Why would you need restraints?”

“Please just step over her with me and Heather,” Gail said “and we can get you all strapped in for the shot.”

“Oh, I don’t know - this seems a bit extreme doesn’t it?”

Seeing her new friends struggle to persuade him, Andrea came up with a quick plan as she stepped closer to the other three.

“You know, I think they gave me the wrong bra,” she said grabbing a hold of both of her breasts and jigging them up and down. “This one seems too small doesn’t it?” She asked turning to Mr. Wilson.

“Well, I…I…I don’t know, I don’t know what size bra you normally wear, but that seems fine to me,” he stammered.

Gail and Heather subtly took hold of each of Mr. Wilson’s arms and slowly brought him over to the edge of the bed. He seemed to get agitated when they each brought a hand down to the wrist constraints.

“I think you might be able to see my nipples in this bra, don’t you think?” Andrea said as she gently tugged down on the cups of her bra, indeed, showing a hint of the top curve of her luscious areolae.

“I can, I can, kind of see that, yes,” Mr Wilson said, trying to be polite, but straining to get a better look.

His wrists secured, the two ladies now went to cuff his legs to the bottom of the bed.

“Wait a second!” Mr. Wilson said, kicking one of his legs out of Heather's grasp.

His tone really concerned Andrea and she knew she had to go big.

“I don’t think this is my bra at all,” she said, reaching behind her back to unsnap it. “I don’t have my glasses, can you tell me what size that says?” A now completely topless Andrea asked Mr. Wilson, showing her the tag of her bra.

Trying to pick his jaw up off the floor, Mr. Wilson strained to look at the small lettering on the tag while Andrea held her elbows in tight against her chest, giving herself some modesty.

“It, um…looks like…it says, 32, 32, ummm, 32 - C,” he said.

Noticing Gail was having trouble getting Mr. Wilson’s right foot in place, she finally gave in.

“Do these breasts look like they’d fit in a 32-C bra?!!!” Andrea said, relating her arms and bouncing up and down for effect.

It worked like a charm, Gail now easily hand control over his right foot and got it strapped in tightly.

Mr. Wilson could only look at the perfect breasts in front of him bouncing up and down when Gail acted quickly and grabbed a syringe filled with a saline solution - basically a harmless liquid, that wouldn’t hurt him, passing it off as the COVID vaccine - now, the needle she was about to use to administer the shot, that was another thing completely. That was REAL.

With Mr. Wilson still distracted by Andrea’s luscious pair, Heather couldn’t believe that this was actually happening - they were going to stick this large needle into this guy’s nut - and she quickly grabbed her phone and started recording.

“Now Mr. Wilson, this is might be a bit uncomfortable,” Gail said looking up at her other two accomplices, a large grin enveloping her face, realizing that may have been the understatement of the century.

All three ladies now were transfixed at the needle and what was about to happen. They quickly felt moisture building in their loins. Andrea’s exposed breasts swelled with excitement, her nipples tantalizingly erect. Which was the another perfect distraction for their patient.

Gail steadied his right nut in her left hand and raised the tip of the needle up to the front side of it. She had never done this - obviously - but she thought if she poked it in the front, she could use his body as leverage as she shoved it in. With the needle in place and a tight grip on the nut, she raised her right thumb and placed it on the plunger. One last look up at the two female students watching intently, wet spots now clearly showing in both of their crotches, Gail slowly pushed her thumb forward. Andrea and Heather both lowered their jaws with every millimeter of progress the needle made. Then the wailing started.

Mr. Wilson was not prepared for this kind of pain - and who could blame hime, really? Sure, he had been hit in the balls on accident before, but NOTHING like this. His wail rapidly turned into a scream. The receptionist who worked in the front room of the nurse’s office was a bit concerned and got up to see if she needed to check in on the nurse. She was about to knock on the door when she saw the sign that read, “Nut Testing Today, Please Knock Before Entering.” She smiled and went back to her desk. “Poor kid,” she said under her breath, "Hope he has tough nuts!"

Once again trying to help, Andrea grabbed her bra and shoved the entire C-cup into his mouth, greatly muffling the sound emanating from his yapper.

Gail was concentrating on the task at hand and continued to drive the plunger deeper into the science teacher's nut. She could see his legs start to shake as he gurgled into Andrea’s bra. Both Heather and Andrea now stood directly behind Gail, each with a hand on her shoulder as they leaned in to watch the needle-plunging up close, Gail now feeling Andrea’s bare breast against her shoulder, sending a wave of arousal down her spine.

Once the plunger was all the way in Mr. Wilson’s nut, the three of them looked up and saw his eyes roll to the back of his head as he passed out. “He is OUT,” Andrea said with a giggle.

“That was AMAZING!” Heather chimed in, not so subtly grinding her hand into her crotch, much to the amusement of the others. “We should do the other one!”

“I don’t know, Heather,” Gail said, trying to tamp down the excitement in the room. “That’s gonna hurt him for a LONG time. And to do that TWICE, how could we justify that?”

“Hey, I see where you’re coming from, and I don’t want to get you in trouble, but you saw how much of a perv he is. Did you see him staring at Andrea?!! He’s like that ALL the time. I say we do his other nut,” Heather offered up.

They could tell she was contemplating it as the two now linked arms in anticipation of her permission. Gail, still squatting in front of their male victim, looked up at Heather who was grinning widely, “I guess we could say we weren’t sure the first shot had enough dosage…” Heather held tighter to Andrea’s arm, nodding her head in approval. Then Gail looked over at Andrea and her beautiful breasts still on display, thinking about how much she sacrificed for this endeavor, and she stood up.

Not yet giving an answer, the two younger ladies eyed Gail as she sauntered across the room to Nurse Spalding’s desk and pulled out a drawer.

“Well?” Heather asked in sweet anticipation, “Are we going to do his other nut?”

Gail found what she was looking for, hid it in her hand and approached the other two with a shit-eating grin on her face. “We can do his other nut,” she said holding up a new needle, “but I want our hero of the day to do the honors,” Gail said, handing the syringe to Andrea.

Andrea’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as she took the implement from Gail. She started jumping up and down with excitement, her breasts like two solid Jell-O molds, following along.

“Take it easy,” Gail said laughing, “you’re going to poke an eye out with those things.”

The assistant nurse put her hand on Andrea’s bare shoulder and directed her to their “patient.” All three of them crouched down to get a good look at Mr. Wilson’s nuts. Gail reached out her hand and grasped the one she just skewered. “Oh, my,” she said with some pride, “His nut is starting to swell.”

“So cool!” Heather exclaimed.

“You ready?” Gail asked Andrea.

“Can I try something?”

“What do you have in mind?” Gail asked.

“I want to inject it into the back of his nut.”

“That could be a little difficult, you’d almost have to…”Andrea beat her to the punch as she grabbed a hold of his left nut and started twisting.

“I guess that could work,” Gail said, patting her on the back.

It was quite a scene watching this gorgeous, topless, young lady squatting in front of one of her science teachers, twisting his left nut. All three women were silent as they watched the nut get turned around. Then they heard cracking sounds, causing them to all burst out laughing.

"Ummm, what was that sound?" Andrea asked, looking down at the nut in her hand

“I think it's just tearing cartilage in there,” Heather said in a hushed voice. “That’s so awesome.”

“That’s probably far enough,” Gail said, “we don’t want to rip it off - that might be hard to explain.” All three ladies tried to stifled a laugh.

Andrea measuredly brought the needle up to the nut. With her tongue sticking out in concentration, she jabbed the nut and immediately recoiled in fright.

“Ohhhh, that felt weird!” She said, letting the syringe fall to the floor. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, you can do this,” Gail encouraged her new protege.

Andrea reached out and felt his nut. “Do you think his nut is still turned around?”

“Good question. Let me take a feel,” Gail said, sliding over to get a better vantage point.

Twisting the nut in her hand, she was having a hard time determining exactly which way the nut was facing. “Let me just give this a turn this way…” and CRACK! The sound was so loud it startled all three of them.

“Yeeouch!” Heather said, “That had to hurt!”

“Well, he’s knocked out,” Andrea assured her.

“Oh, he’ll feel that when he wakes up,” Gail said, breathing in through her teeth, surprised how far the nut went around. “Well, I’m not sure if it’s the back of his nut now, but let’s give this a go.”

The topless nymph grabbed the nut in front of her to steady it, brought the needle up to her teacher’s groin and, not wanting a repeat performance, she aggressively jabbed the needle into Mr. Wilson’s twisted left nut, simultaneously pushing down hard on the plunger.

Once in, she let go, stood up and breathed a huge sigh of relief, lifting her hands like she just squashed a bug.

“That felt amazing!” She yelled.

“Ummm, you forgot one thing,” Gail said with a giggle as now all three girls were standing up, looking down at the syringe dangling from the poor guy’s sack.

Suddenly there was a rather aggressive knock on the door, which made them all jump.

“Who is it?” Gail said, slightly panicked.

“Mrs. Fillmore. Here for my COVID test,” the stern, older anatomy teacher called out.

Gail whispered to Andrea, “Put a shirt on, quick.” Then she looked at Heather, “Get the door, but, don’t open it until I say!” As Gail quickly slid over to Mr. Wilson on her knees, looking like a rock star on stage. She grasped at the syringe, but because the nut was trying to twist back in place, it made it much more difficult to extract.

“Hello?” Mrs. Fillmore said, a bit annoyed.

Heather was about to open the door when Gail held up her right hand and whispered loudly, “WAIT!”

For the next few seconds she grappled with the needle stuck in this man’s nut. She wrapped her left hand around the orb and grasped the needle firmly in her right. Sucking in some breath to muster up her strength, she yanked hard with her right hand and finally - plop! The needle was freed!

Heather immediately opened the door to find a less-than-happy science teacher waiting just outside of it.

“I don’t have all day. Can we get this test going?” She asked, looking at three very young “nurses.” One of them with a white blouse on and clearly no bra on underneath. “Where is nurse Spalding?” The teacher asked with an annoyed look. “And why is Mr. Wilson strapped to that bed naked as a Jaybird?”

Gail nervously stepped forward, hoping she could explain things. “Well, Miss Spalding had to take a student to the hospital and she put me in charge of the nurse's office today.”

“Oh, dear. To the hospital for what?” Mrs. Fillmore asked, pulling her glasses down her nose and studying Gail's face.

“Well, the boy had a ruptured test…test…test…”

“Testicle.” Mrs Fillmore said a matter-of-factly. “You can say it dear. I’m an anatomy teacher for heaven’s sake.”

“Yes, a ruptured testicle,” Gail got up the confidence to say.

“And what are you doing with *him,*” the teacher asked sternly, pointing at her colleague strapped to the bed.

The ladies froze. They couldn’t tell an anatomy teacher they were injecting a vaccine into his nuts - she would see right through that. Once again, it was Andrea to the rescue.

“We were testing his nuts!” She said pointing at the sign that hung on the still-opened door.

“Ahh yes, Principal Brown’s marvelous idea of testing boys’ testicles to see if they are worthy of the self defense class.” Mrs. Fillmore said, almost condescendingly. “What will she think of next?”

“We can cover him up if this offends you,” Gail said with a nervous tone.

The teacher again, looked down her glasses at the young nursing assistant, “Darling, like I said, I teach anatomy. The male body doesn’t affect me in anyway. Although, your kicking must have been pretty aggressive, Mr. Wilson there is suffering from torsion of the testicle.”

“Torsion? What’s that?” Andrea asked with sincerity.

Gail stepped in to answer, turning her head to face Andrea. “Torsion is a *twisting* of the testicle," she said through clenched teeth.

“Very good, young lady. And a very painful ailment from what Ive’ read,” the science teacher said, showing a small grin for the first time in maybe forever.

“Yeah, it made a cracking sound when it twisted!” Heather blurted out much to the consternation of Gail, who thought that might have given them away.

“You don’t say?” Mrs. Fillmore said with another slight smile.

Sensing an in here, Gail piped up. “Maybe you could help us return it to its original position? You'd really be helping out Mr. Wilson here.”

“Well, I’ve never done this with a live subject, but I suppose it can't be *that* much different.” She said as she walked toward Mr. Wilson, not waiting for an answer from the girls.

She squatted down in her long black conservative dress that she had probably been wearing since the 1990s, and probed the sack in front of her. “This is peculiar,” she said softly to herself, the girls terrified that their needling ways may have been exposed. “There’s a bit of blood on each testicle.”

“Well, yeah. Um…” Gail was trying to come up with something quickly. But then it was Heather’s turn to save the day.

“I forgot to take my heels off and got him good with those puppies,” she said, pointing to a pair of black stiletto heels that Miss Spalding kept in the corner of the office.

Mrs. Fillmore took a glance over at the shoes, looking at them for a moment, making Heather a little nervous, wondering if she bought the lie.

Mrs. Fillmore drew in a breath, winced, and looked back up to the girls. “Oh, dear, pointed heels to the testicles would be very painful indeed.” All three ladies could sense her guard coming down, which took most of the tension out of the air.

“So can you twist his nut back, do you think?” Heather asked.

“I can take a look at his *testicle*,” she said, emphasizing the correct term of the male anatomy. “Let’s take a look, shall we?”

Gail hurried over and grabbed a footstool to make things easier for the veteran teacher.

“Why, thank you my dear. Very kind of you.”

The teacher took hold of the stool, positioned it in front of her live specimen, and took hold of the twisted testicle in front of her. “Hmmm, that’s peculiar,” she said once again.

“What is it? Something wrong with his nut?” Gail asked, truly intrigued.

“His nnn,” she caught herself, “his *testicle*, seems to be facing forward. Come - take a feel.”

Gail knelt down next to the teacher and grabbed hold of his testicle.

“Now palpate the front of his testicle lightly with your thumb.”

Gail did as instructed. “Do you feel how smooth that is?” Gail nodded.

“Now feel the back of the testicle.” Gail complied.

“Can you feel that ridge going down the center?” Again, Gail nodded.

“That’s the *corpus epididymis*. And that tender vein is right where it’s supposed to be - in the back.” The teacher said to her new pupil, rather intrigued. Then a light bulb went off. “It can’t be,” Mrs. Fillmore said, brushing Gail aside, muttering under her breath, “give me that nut.”

Gail was surprised to hear the ever-proper teacher use that word, but she wasn’t about to say anything about it.

“Good golly,” the teacher said, looking at the other three ladies staring down at her. “This thing is twisted ALL the way around. No wonder you heard a cracking. Mr. Wilson is definitely going to be hurting when he wakes up. Now, which way do I twist this thing to get it back in place?” She said looking up at Gail.

“Beats me. I would try going to the left, since we were kicking mostly from the right,” Gail made up on the spot, hoping the science teacher would buy it and twist the guy’s nut even further.

“I guess that makes sense,” Mrs. Fillmore said, adjusting herself on the stool so she could get a good grip on the orb.

All three ladies were entranced. *Would it make a noise again?* They wondered. *Would she make it worse?* Either way, they were excited and thrilled at the new friend they seemed to be making.

“Here goes nothing,” she said, looking at the other three as she gripped the nut tightly. You could hear a pin drop as the girls intently watched the teacher at work. She bore down on the nut and kept twisting. “Hmm, it’s hard to tell if it’s stuck because I’m going the wrong way, or if it’s because it’s had a chance to calcify since it happened.”

“What is calcify?” Andrea asked inquisitively.

“Good question, my dear. It’s when the internal organ - in this case, his testicle, has blood pool in the area and that blood congeals, causing a sort of scar tissue around the area.”

“Oh, I definitely think it’s that!” Andrea said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“How about we ask the expert?” Mrs. Fillmore said, turning to Gail.

Gail was floored by the compliment. This well-renowned science teacher just called her the expert. When in reality, Gail really didn’t know much about testicles or calcification at this point in her schooling. But she was’t about to waste this grand opportunity.

Stroking her chin in faux contemplation, the young assistant nurse took a moment and said, “Yes, I believe you’re exactly right. In my professional opinion, it’s definitely the calcify thing you mentioned.”

“And there you have it, from the expert,” the teacher said, now confident in the diagnosis.

Taking things a bit further, Gail really wanted to hit home the point. “But just be warned, fighting against the calcification can take a bit of elbow grease. That scar tissue can be tough stuff. You may have to exert some effort.”

“I shall try my darnedest, young lady,” the teacher said in earnest. "For Mr. Wilson's sake!" she said to the group. "For Mr. Wilson's sake!" they cheered back in unison, causing at least three pairs of panties to become moist again. Check that, Andrea had graciously donated her thong to Mr. Falls (who was still out cold in the recovery are of the nurse’s office, just behind them) so *two* pairs of panties and beautiful light-pink leggings were now getting wetter by the second.

Mrs. Fillmore went back to the left testicle before her and took hold. One twist to the left was surprisingly easy. “That went well - I think you were right, twisting to the left was the answer,” the teacher said looking at the girls, who now were a little disappointed. “Let me give it another twist and he should be as good as new!”

Mrs. Fillmore had every intention of curing this man of his predicament, she was a high-standing member of the science community after all and he was her colleague. And perhaps these girls could learn a thing or two from her, she thought. Smiling, she twisted the testicle another turn and a concerned look came upon her face.

“What is it?” Gail asked.

“I’m afraid I have come upon some calcification here.”

“Oh, no,” Gail said, trying to sound convincing. "What should we do?"

“We might have some work ahead of us here,” the teacher said, determined to fix Mr. Wilson’s problem.

“If there’s anyone who can do this, it’s you, Mrs. Fillmore,” Gail said, patting her on the back.

“Why thank you dear. Aren’t you just a sweetheart?”

Gail looked over at her accomplices as they all tried to stifle a laugh.

The teacher once again took hold of the nut and this time, she reached her other hand and wrapped it around Mr. Wilson’s thigh for leverage. “Here it goes,” is all she said.

The girls were now elbowing each other as they watched the coolest thing they had ever seen unfold in front of them. Smiles were plastered on their faces.

With her teeth now clenched, Mrs. Fillmore dug in and really went to work on that nut. After numerous seconds, she started muttering under her breath, “C’mon, little guy. I’m just trying to get you back where you belong.”

Gail bent over and whispered, “You can do it, Cathy,” calling her by her first name.

Then CRACK!!!

Gail could sense the sound noise startled the science teacher and she immediately tried to put her at ease, again whispering, “that was just the calcification, you’re doing great.” The teacher looked up, nut still in her determined hand, and nodded saying, “I got this. His nut is going right back where it belongs!”

Again, Gail noted her use of their favorite “N-word” and was thrilled to hear it come out of Mrs. Fillmore's mouth. She was slowly but surely coming over to their side, Gail thought.

Back at it, Mrs. Fillmore dug her thumb in deep to get a better grip. “This calcification is really tough, I’m not sure I can turn it any more.”

Wanting to see how far this could go, Gail looked at the others and waved her hand up and down, signaling them to encourage her.

“You got this Mrs. F!” Heather cheered.

“Twist that nut!” Andrea yelled, “We believe in you!”

With newfound vigor, the science teacher lowered her head, squeezed Mr. Wilson’s thigh with her opposite hand and turned with all her might.

SNAP!!!

The sound of the testicle dislodging from its moorings was louder than any of the women had anticipated. Heather creamed her leggings on the spot. Gail quickly brought her hand down to her crotch and started rubbing enthusiastically. And Andrea, the slower one, yelled out “What was that!”

Mrs. Fillmore sat there in shock. She loosened her grip on his thigh, but kept a hold of the testicle in her hand. A testicle that she had just accidentally ripped off - and all in an effort to save it. She cupped it in her hand and bobbed it up and down, her eyes wide as saucers at what she had just done.

Trying to fight back an impending orgasm, Gail new she had to console their new friend. She tore her hand away from her wet crotch and placed both of her hands on Mrs. Fillmore’s shoulders, leaning down to whisper, “You did what you could. That was some calcification.”

The teacher craned her neck to look up at Gail, still in shock, she could only say, “I ripped his nut off. I just ripped this guy’s nut completely off his body.”

The talk was enough to send a rush of juices to Gail’s groin, she crossed her legs to fight off the inevitable orgasm. But when the teacher let go of the nut and it heavily plopped to the bottom of his sack. That sealed the deal. Seeing the detached nut swinging at the bottom of his sack, Gail spun away from Mrs. Fillmore, threw her hand down her pants and slid three of her fingers into her slit, trying very hard not to scream out in ecstasy, enjoying wave after wave of orgasms.

While the three girls did their best to hide the little masturbation circle they had going, Mrs. Fillmore sat on the stool, staring at the nut she just plucked off of her colleague in disbelief. “I just ripped it off,” She said to no one in particular. “His entire nut - off of his body. Detached.” Then she stuck her arm out and began to juggle the lone free ball. “I liberated his left nut. Just twisted it until it ripped off.” Bounce, bounce, bounce - she continued playing with it.

Seeing she was still in shock, Gail squeezed out one more orgasm, shivered her upper torso, and walked over to the teacher to try and console her. *She will probably never get over this*, she thought. Standing behind her, Gail rubbed the teacher's back in a slow, soothing motion. Mrs. Fillmore looked up at her, reached out for the nut and said, “I just ripped off his nut. Whoops! Sorry your nut is gone,” she said looking at the young assistant nurse while still playing with the dangling nut.

Gail led her hand down the teacher’s arm until it came to her hand that was still gripping the nut. She gently tried to pry her fingers off the orb, but the teacher had a solid grip of the thing. “Let go of the nut,” Gail whispered in her ear. “You are the hero in this story. You freed is nut from all that horrible calcification surrounding it.” Mrs. Fillmore shot a quick look up to the nurse. Her eyes filling with gratitude.

“I did free his nut didn’t I?”

“You sure did,” Gail said as she finally got her teacher’s hand off the nut and gently lifted her up by the hand, guiding her to stand up into a warm embrace. “You freed is nut from all of that calcification -saving him from a lifetime of pain.”

Mrs. Fillmore started to weep as she tightly embraced her new friend. “I liberated that nut,” the teacher said proudly. "He will be much better off without it, right?"

“Of course, you're right," Gail said tenderly. "He will never have pain in that stupid nut again, thanks to you."

Mrs. Fillmore felt so loved at that moment. Feeling this nubile young lady pressed up against her chest was wonderful. The smell of the three young ladies' sexual juices filled the room - it was glorious - and it caused a stirring in Mrs. Fillmore's loins. And now, the heat of Gail’s embrace was really starting to take effect. All of the teacher’s guilt began to fade away, replaced by another emotion that was so bereft in her world of late - excitement.

The other two girls came over to join in a group hug. Stepping back and feeling the love, Mrs. Fillmore joined hands with Gail to her right and Heather to her left, with Andrea grabbing their hands to complete the circle. The four of them stood still for a moment, looking at each other, sharing a smile. A tear started falling down the teacher’s right cheek. Gail let go of her hand and gently wiped it away, saying, “Are you going to be okay?”

Mrs. Fillmore took a hold of Gail’s hand once again, momentarily bowed her head, lifted it back up, looked each girl in the eye and said, “That was amazing. I never felt anything like it in my life!” She raised both of her hands in triumph while still holding on to the other girls’ hands and they all joined in a loud cheer of joy!

“Sorry to break this up,” a young man at the door said, "but my mom sent me here for some sort of nut test," he said looking confused. “Is this the right place?”

Mrs. Fillmore jumped at the chance, took the boy by the hand and ushered him over to the bed next to Mr. Wilson and exclaimed, “you ARE in the right place young man! Please lower your shorts and let the nut kicking begin!”