The Sons Of Bill and Bikini Jill


As it happens, one day a new family moved into the district. Bill and his two sons Bill jr… and Bill II….. and their sister Jill. ( names changed to protect the guilty but the real ones also rhymed and both boys and the father had the same name) Three guys named Bill and not a ½ a brain amongst them. The brains of the family was the sister Jill who, despite having a brain and being the only adult in the family,  unfortunately often wore a bikini to school on warm days in the spring and early fall under her clothes and as soon as she got off school grounds would immediately strip down(artistically) to her bikini for the walk home…. This isn’t Ripley’s Believe it or Not, “this is a true story.”

If I could have gotten half as much attention from the male side of my classroom  that year, as she did, all of them would have ended up as Rhode’s Scholars, President of the U.S. or possibly even both, but I digress another Bill already did that.

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About safrisri

I was a school teacher until retirement. I have taught at all educational levels from pre-school to college. My college degree is general science which I arrived at after 5 years and 5 different majors. A degree as it turns out, almost as valuable and in demand as one in Neo-Bulgarian Mythology. I have been around education for around 40 years and can remember when teaching was a pleasant, happy and creative job and our schools were the same. Now I'm the guy sitting on the porch with an opinion on everything.
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