.shahar se bahar nikalte hi ek ground hai jo ek khali rahta hai”Thik hai.toh vahin chalenge kal dupher (noon) mein”Par Manishabhabhi dupher (noon)...mein toh kafi garmi hoti hai”Dupher mein iss liye ki uss waqt loge bahar nahin nikalte aur hamari car toh air conditioned hai..mai kya karoon loge mujhe car seekhte dekhen toh mujhe sharam aati hai..by the way.tumhe toh koi problem nahin hai na”Bilkul nahin..Ok Dhaval…Mai agale din thik 10 baje ghar pahuch gayaa. Manishabhabhi ne uss din green color. Hell, my husband even called me Mom when he happened to grace us with his presence.Dr. Bradley was saying something about not touching the elevator walls because we were in the one they used for lepers and pulled me back into the present.The elevator beeped, the doors opened and we were off to see the wizard. Such a stupid thing to do, but so much fun. This man seemed to be able to spot each of our hidden, personal feelings and overcome them with his antics and stupid stories. Everybody. In a way you felt sorry for her. Even to the point of trying to pay attention yourself. The class, a mixture of senior boys and girls, would much rather joke around and play on their phones.You notice your teacher wiping her brow, then quietly pleading to the class to try and focus for the remaining half of the hour. Her blue eyes meet yours, seeming hopeful to have at least one student listening to her.Stacy Bickler was one of the younger teachers at Westside High. Her face, and body for that. She watched him. He smiled, gently. She waited. He “closed” in on her. As he did, she started to close her eyes as she waited. His lips landed on her lips and her eyes were closed at this point as he kissed her lips softly and gently but for a long while as he kissed her on her lips. She loved how it felt. She absolutely loved it. To be kissed by a man, kissed by lips like those, to her, was one signature like kiss. Her heart, for starters, exploded with a thrill and luster leading her to want.