Some people have relations with juniors and some with teachers. Then i asked her about her love story . she said she didnt had any. I prompted her for...crush she said nthn special but likes some hero . She asked me for my love story i said its not worth mentioning . then she insisted me to tell . I told that"when I was in school my biology teacher used to pamper me a lot (in 10 class) . She used to pinch my cheeks and gave hug like a kid. but since she started sensing my loin she stoped hugging. I stopped.She was irritated , pt her nail on my back but my t-shirt was still on so it saved me. Now she realized that my clothes were fully on. She did not waste a moment and i was in my jockey undies in a min, Now she notice the bulge and put her hand in and slid it off my leg. She saw the one eyed monster and tried to take hold of it. I caught her hand and 1st commandment was out no touching by hand only lips allowed. She obliged. Since hand was not usable to hold it stable her teeth were. The two riders in front were about two metres apart. I made a snap decision, borne out of fear, and aimed the bike in the gap.This time the front wheel came completely off the road for about half a metre, as I snapped on too much power. I was clear, however, and ahead, only the open road.When I arrived at the next town I decided to gas up. Next to the gas station was a cafeteria and the thought of a bowl of latte and a sandwich suddenly appealed. I was sitting there in the sun for about 10. But fortunately, nothing of the kind happened.The rest of the week was more of the same. I talked to my friends at school, but had no contact with anyone after I got home. It helped that I was trying to work myself into exhaustion during soccer practice. Coach Neville had put a lot of pressure on me as Skip's replacement, and I wanted to do the best I could do. I was messing up a lot during practice, and it was making some of my teammates nervous and a little mad. My attitude was that I could.