THAT teacher. The one you watch attentively throughout class, and go home to fantasize about. Well, Mrs. Silva was definitely THAT teacher. Mrs. Silva...was my high school Spanish teacher, about 40 years old, and a complete MILF. She had darker skin seeing how she was full-blooded Dominican, but it was seductively smooth and there were almost no wrinkles. She could have passed as being in her early 30’s. Her dark hair curled at her shoulders, and framed her perfectly sized lips. She had the. Although we will have to figure out who can cook. Look, there’s no reason not to. Apart from a ten-minute commute each way and a bit more property to keep tidy, there will be no difference to living in the dorms. So, what do you think? Will you need one room or two?”Josh and Louise looked at each other.“Louise?” Josh asked.“For the kind of rent they are asking,” she said with a little glimmer in her eye, “it would be greedy to ask for two rooms.”Josh grinned and looked at me. “I guess just the. “This will help stop any shaving rashes and keep your skin feeling soft and smooth.” She added. I must say the whole sensation was delightful.I sat at her dresser as she replenished our tumblers and as I looked at my reflection I kept mouthing the name Lydia …. Lydia….Lady Lydia……Lydia Lass ….. Lydia Love ….. Lydia Luv, OH YES I like that. Aunty Bev joined us with 2 tumblers of what became my favourite tipple, whisky. “May I call myself Lydia Luv?” I spelt the surname.“Of course you can Lydia,. I especially worried about my daughter.She would throw it in my face after how terrible I was acting. Whenever I was away from her, I wanted to try and mend fences, but when I was around, seeing her prance around James, using the same whorish techniques the fourteen-year-old had used on the married teacher who knocked her up, it sent my blood boiling and the most horrible things spilled out of my lips.I pushed that down. After the weekend, once I met this other woman, I would patch things up.