In my mind I would do anything for a good English grade. It helped…I didn’t know it at the time…that my teacher was good looking. He wasn’t ...ll that young but young enough that all us girls had fantasies or crushes on him and at lunch we would giggle about what might happen…if…well, you know, if our fantasies were ever played out in real time with this good looking man.“Sherry,” Mr. Emerson said to me one day, “you are having trouble with your grade in this class. Maybe you need extra. Everything.”I realized when she was serious when she produced a small bottle of baby oil from her pocket, as well as a baggie that appeared to contain some kind of moist towelettes. She set them both on the nightstand next to the bed.“Are you sure?”“Will you just shut the hell up and fuck me every which way?” she said firmly as she began to remove her clothing.I did the same, and we stood there naked, looking at each other. We each stepped forward, and we met in an embrace. We exchanged soft. Even when popular artists performed there, he was little more than a busboy which wasn’t as wretched as cleaning toilets but nothing to brag about. After a week, Gerald was ready to quit when on a rainy night a large powerfully built man strolled into her area. “Hello” He stated as their eyes met.“Helmo…uh, I meant hell-ope.” Gerald simply lowered his head as he accepted the fact this man’s mere presence humbled and shame his fragile manhood. He quickly refocused his consciousness, summoned his. " When Peter looked at her with his 'friend'-filled mouth, she hissed,"Yes, of course, you have to take that thing out of your mouth. Put itin the sink. You can wash it later when you do your panties."Arrgh," she said with fire in her eyes, "if we had the time I wouldthrash you right now with my skirt's belt."As she wrote yet another notation in his P-Book, she added, "When youfinish lapping up that revolting mess, go to the loo, strip and washboth your panties and your pathetic little clitty..