He knew as well as anyone that calculus was built on someextremely difficult concepts. But he had a knack for making difficultconcepts seem simple, an... most of his students appreciated it. He wascommitted to giving each and every student whatever attention theyneeded to do their very best in his classroom... whether they wantedthat attention or not.So it was that as he sat at his desk marking the day's tests, twenty-five teens sat at their desks, uncharacteristically quiet.Alexis Gorgon was one. ”“Naked? In a fucking blizzard?”I couldn't talk my way out of that one. For a few seconds there was an awkward silence. Laura, with her husband's cock still partially inside her glared at me accusingly while Cal raised an eyebrow waiting for an explanation. I'd be lucky to get out of this one without a punch. I self-consciously covered my crown jewels as best I could with my hands.“I heard you,” I confessed, “and …”“Thought you'd watch us ... you fucking pervert,” shouted Laura. Her high voice. Two days later she asked me if we could go out for dinner tonight. Since I was free in the evening I said yes and we met a restaurant.She was wearing tight black top and black jeans. I could see the curves of her boobs at the top.We dad a good dinner and I casually asked her if she wants to come to my place. Not sure why I asked her, she agreed. We come to my apt. I asked her if she wants any drinks, she said yes.we sat on the sofa next to each other and started sipping scotch.I also put on a. He then saw the Marlboros in my bag and asked if I wanted one of theirs. I told them I don’t smoke but keep them for guys who do. They both nodded down at me. I was in a subordinate position to them physically, on the bench while they sat above on the table. Then the fact registered that I did not wear a wedding band, nor did I smoke but carried smokes and gave them away. The hint of rainbow butterfly on my tank top also helped form the picture in their minds: maricon. Faggot. Now, before you.