Jessica's Dad!

"M-Mr. Lutz," I said, "I don't mean to be disrespectful..."

Jessica's jaw dropped at reading this. Her own father had transferred to the school as a teacher on her fateful day with April, and a decade later he was still teaching there. Jessica had changed her name (well, April had made her change it) in the interim, so there was no way for Renee to be able to make the connection. Still, Jessica read ahead with bated breath and a pale face, interested in what the redhead had to say about her father.

"I try to make class fun for everyone," Mr. Lutz replied, "but not this fun!"

"It's the new rules," I tried to defend myself.

"Look at your feeble excuses," Mr. Lutz said with fierce anger, "trying to cover up for your lack of respect for me and your classmates' time."

"Is... is Mr. Lutz like this for real?" Jessica asked, for once concerned with something other than anyone's nudity.

"Oh no, not really," Renee responded as Jessica breathed a silent sigh of relief, "he's always if anything been quite blushy whenever he sees me in the buff."

Jessica smirked a bit in amusement as she read on.

"Christ, you're just like my daughter!" Mr. Lutz continued his rant, "My first day here, she got all her clothes off and ran around naked at school. Neither one of you can keep your damn clothes on!"

Jessica had no words at the mention of her - her - in one of Renee's entries. Renee seemed to notice as Jessica's arms went limp and let go of the page her hand had been holding, and Jessica's face froze for a solid ten seconds with her mouth silently agape.

'Is... is something the matter?" Renee asked with a bit of nervousness.

"No, nothing, nothing..." Jessica snapped back to attention, continuing reading, her libido gone for the time being.

"In fact," Mr. Lutz turned attention towards a closet in the back of the room, "how about we have her come out right now so you two can compare your bodies like women all love to do? Jessica!"

Jessica almost felt positively sick, with the slightest bit of horniness returning to her, that not only did Renee know of her story (even before she had shown her the picture of her on the bus), but even that she knew her name. Did she realize the connection...?

"Renee," she broached the topic as delicately as she could, "may I ask you a sort of... unusual question?"