I had to go and fall in love with a TEACHER - a FEMALE teacher, for God's sake!But God! I never dreamed of the torture being in her class would heap u...on me! Every day is like a knife twisting in my guts as I wander, oblivious, through the rest of my schoolday, living only for third period. For art class. For HER art class! Then I'm there, and it's even worse!Her face, her presence, her voice, her scent permeate the atmosphere around me, and I can do nothing about it! To top it off, I'm cursed. I liked to dress to fit in so I pulled on a pair of fishnet holdups, zipped up my denim mini skirt and pulled on a white tee shirt. I gave my hair one last ruffle in the mirror before pulling on my leather jacket, lacing up my DMs and heading out.“Don’t wake me up feeling all drunk and amorous at three in the morning.”“No, dear. I won’t, dear.” I called back, grinning as I shut the front door behind me.------I’d been writing for the Edinburgh Times since I’d finished college five years. Edgar readily submits. He wants to get back to LSU as late as possible in order to avoid discussing sex with her, in order to avoid having sex with her. He wants to wait until after they are married to have sex. That’s what his mother would want. Dinner is quiet, they spend it in small talk. But the pressure on Edgar is immense. It has been that way all day. Donna is a good girl and good girls don’t have sex before marriage. That’s what his mother taught him. But then why did she say that they. "The men obviously took quite a shine to you!"Buttercup nodded modestly, but she clearly took no pride in what all this had cost her. The girls exchanged a particularly juicy chicken breast for some potatoes, a small knife and a small sauce pan. Then Theta took them to the impromptu market place near the centre of the settlement, which was lined by naked women whose wares were laid out on the ground in front of them. It wasn't that the wares for sale were especially appetising: raw vegetables,.