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Bobby Jo We first met just after I started junior high school. I had entered the seventh grade like many others, in that I was awkward, felt alone and out of place most of the time. Miss Bobby as she was called singled me out on my first trip to the library in search of a research book. Even at that moment in my backward way I felt she had strange and wonderful things planned for me. What they would be was beyond my comprehension but I still felt they would be wondrous. When I noticed her watching me I defiantly returned her stare for a few moments, then hesitantly walked toward her. As I approached my eyes darted down to peek at her inviting puckered lips then on down to her large breasts. Her …