“You know, by the time she gets back next week she’s going to be soooo horny she’s gunna want fuck the hell out of you, or both of us.” She sa...d looking at her phone and walking to the bathroom to freshen up. “Yup, most likely. Wait, what?” looking confused “What, you didn’t understand what I said yesterday when I sent her my face covered in you cumm?” She said talking into the mirror, brushing her hair, “So your telling me that she’s the one with the crazy crush on me?” “Yup” Said Sam “That. Gita:(laughs) yes I’m sure he’s devastated. He’s always busy trying to provide for the family you know… But I’m fine you know, I keep myself busy with my hobbies.Me: yeah those paintings are really beautiful.Gita: I started to paint a lot morning after marriage. Hence all these paintings(indicating all the paintings hung up on her wall).Me: so how did a ravishing lady like you meet your husbandGita:(laughs quite hard, almost sarcastically) in a coffee shop, it was an arranged marriage… After. ” Since then, she just made subtle references.And then, there were the words “dick”, “cock” and “balls” that sounded tantalizing and more masculine than the stilted anatomical terms of penis and testicles. Of course, she would know better once she got to know them for real.She was neutral about “fuck”, the most famous of all four-letter words. It was used and abused by everybody in so many ways that it lost its shock effect. Yet, she felt there was nothing crude or obscene if a girl says to her. No, I’m not talking about the frantically humping high school seniors that are occasionally caught in the stairway or on the stage in the auditorium. I’m talking about teacher sex: consenting adults engaging in illicit acts in all kinds of places: the supply closet, the teachers’ lounge, the library, the faculty restroom, the couch in the nurse’s office, the roof. In this case, I’m headed to the field house. It’s a good meeting place because it’s not in use during the school day…ensuring.