"Bloody hell, Steve, whatever got into me to do that?" A wine bottle!"They looked at each other. Helen because the remark seemed so obvious, and Steve...because the remark was intentionally obvious and he wanted to judge the result. Steve grinned, Helen smiled, and they both began to giggle. Then they were both laughing uncontrollably in an emotional release."You stupid sod." Helen told him, still laughing.Tension released Helen looked at Steve. "Right, are you ready for me?" Do you always ask. All but two teachers were women, as Mrs. Abercorn preferred themfor several reasons. However, she had to hire men to teach the APCalculus classes and surprisingly, to lead the Theater Department. Mr.Henderson was a retired engineer, whose balding head and round body wascertainly not a distraction to the young girls in his math classes. Mr.Easton, on the other hand, was a fit and handsome bachelor in his mid-thirties who loved to joke around and enthralled his students with talesfrom his days on. A best mate." Yeah. Well, like I said I'll phone him and..." I suppose if I was honest I'm a little bit jealous."I didn't know what he meant by that."What do you mean?" Well at least my son's getting some."This was getting a bit weird."Me and the wife, we haven't slept together for two years." Oh, right..." The last time she touched my cock was two years ago."Fuck, this was getting really weird."I'll see you later then, Mr Roberts."He took hold of my arm, stopped me from going."Nobody's touched. I could hear the water running in the shower upstairs. A thought swept over me, and I rose up and began to creep up the stairs. When I reached the top, I saw that she had left her dress on the landing, and the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. I couldn’t resist, I had to take a peek. I pushed the door open slowly, just enough to be able to glance inside. I saw her, in the shower. She couldn’t hear me for the cascading water, and she seemed oblivious to my entrance. I stuck my head round.