Habit is what keeps you going.’ For a lot of teachers, that is a fact of life. You go into the profession hoping to inspire young minds to expand an... grow. You hope to spark an interest in some topic that is near and dear to your heart. The motivation is great. Then after a while, teaching becomes a habit. You go into the classroom, give today’s lecture, and then head home to grade homework. It is a wearing tiring job with few rewards.”“I’ve never heard anyone describe teaching that way before.. " Your father warned me you were a whore. Are you a whore Marianne?"She could have answered truthfully that she was the victim of an incestuous father and voyeuristic sadistic husband, but Marianne was fast approaching the point of no longer knowing the truth. Savaged and debased since she was a tiny girl she was no longer sure what the truth was. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was a vile and ugly girl who deserved everything she had suffered. Believe it or not, however, she knew what. On the other hand, she wasn't the least bit put off by it, so I quit worrying about it. It was the hint of things to come, as it turned out.I had picked her up at her New Westminster home, so we had a good thirty minute drive from the campus to her home after the dance. I offered her a snack, but she declined, saying she wasn't hungry ... at least for food. She directed me to a road leading down to the river as we neared her home and I began to realize what she had in mind."There's a nice place. I forgot to tell you she was wearing a tight top and jeans that day. The moment we entered the house I started smooching her wildly even before taking off our footwear. She said wait Rahul! I hurriedly took off my shoes and her sandals then I lifted her in my arms, my palms squeezing her bums and her boobs crushing against my chest. She was smiling and saying Arul bring out the animal in you today!I replied I will Sweetheart just wait then I wasted no time. I pinned her onto the bed and started.