Wherever one's political beliefs may lie, this thread wasn't intended as a venue to expound on them. It was just an attempt to share a two edged sword of an experience I had. Sexual indiscretions, including pedophilia, cut across all ethnicities, religious groups, social classes, as well as the entire spectrum of political beliefs. Whenever one is outed for such acts, those opposed to their race, religion, national origin or party affiliation, will jump at the opportunity to attribute said behavior to it. As for my experience, I felt like I hit pay dirt while it was going on. My first year at college, I felt like I hit rock bottom. Right now it is part of my life that doesn't show up on my desktop or screensaver, but will never be erased from the hard drive. You are right about the Clintons. My affair with this woman went on between the spring of 1970 to to summer of 1972. The statute of limitations has long expired, and in all probability, so has she. Even if still alive, she would be in her 90s, and at that age even the purple fellow below would go limp on her

Every other week, a story seems to crop up about sexual relations between high school teachers and students. When the teacher is male, and the student female or both are the same sex, it always receives universal condemnation. When it happens between female teacher and a male student, it often gets at least a tacit seal of approval. Let me share my story with the attic dwellers. When I was 15 and towards the end of my sophomore year in high school, I began an affair with a woman teacher who was well into her forties. At the time, it seemed the perfect setup for both of us. Her rich, much older diabetic husband could no longer "perform" and I was a convenient outlet for her urges. Being that she was a music teacher and I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, much less "tickle the ivories", there was no chance of my performing in her class. With her, I stuck to playing the "slit trombone" behind closed doors. She lived one town over, and it was easy for me to get to her via bicycle or commuter railroad where she rented a motel room for the occasion. By the time I reached my junior year, I pretty much was a "latchkey" kid as both my parents went on frequent business trips, leaving me alone in the house with prepared food, as well as the keys to the car, once I had my license. It lasted as long as it did, because I didn't want to ruin what seemed to be a good thing, and I kept my mouth shut. Now come the negatives. Due to her I had no normal dating experience during high school. IHMO, trying to chat up and getting to second base with a girl my own age was like skiing the bunny slope after mastering the black diamond trail, or sailing a Sunfish after winning the America's Cup. I didn't even mind the Gay rumors that circulated about me because I showed no interest in the dating scene. Once I went off to college, and she went off to find my replacement, I felt the downside. Lacking any actual dating experience, I felt so socially awkward, that it was almost 2 years before I got up the courage to ask a classmate for a date. As for her, things turned out worse. Unlike me, her replacement suffered from "diarrhea of the mouth", resulting in her divorce and termination. In the end, I gave up much more than my virginity to her. Would have been nice to have enjoyed the simple pleasures of "sailing a Sunfish on Lake Winnebago