* * * * * Cat All of a sudden I hear the best words over a speaker that a drunk woman who loves to dance can hear. ‘Dude looks like a lady.’ OK th...s song is on my friggin A list for make a fool of yourself when your drunk songs. I mean how can you go wrong with this? As soon as I heard it, I started to throw down. Twirling my long hair around and around, gyrating my hips to the beat, I felt like a rocket in a dome. I needed more room to move about. So I jumped on the bar and started to flip my. Jenniferlooked away, still kneeling on the stage. "Youbetter tell Daddy you're sorry for being bad or he's going to whip your skinnyass some more," she said, pushing the microphone roughly againstJennifer's face. "I'msorry," she said in almost a whisper. Thecrowd laughed in approval. Jennifer's eyes filled with tears, and she coveredher face in humiliation. "Isthis what you wanted?" Harold asked her, "Is this how you wantto live your life?" Jennifer'sshoulders shook as she wept. "ISIT?" Harold. I used to feel some kind of excitement in me whenever I sneaked a peek at her assets. In the classroom, I used to see her navel and side boobs in that well fit blouse. When she turns sideways while walking and her ass when she writes on the board.Whenever the chalk or her pen falls, I don’t think I have to say what I got to see by sitting on the front bench. That was the kind of enjoyment I had during my first semester. As the semester came to an end, I have become a well-known student to her. As she was growing up, Nancy was taken to Ireland each summer by her mother who insisted she retain her Irish roots no matter how much it pissed off her volatile father. It was in Ireland that she actually learned about the birds and the bees from a constable who was delighted to give her special tutoring to toughen her up for the "real world". Her sessions in the back of the jail were informative and covered every contingency. She was disappointed that the police constable was already married.