Not to mention, once I beganteaching, I was caught up in the science. Science and math trumpeverything, at least with me. Most of them realized that...they couldexercise or fuel their crushes by studying and learning the material.This particular day began normally and routinely. During lunch in thefaculty lounge, I overheard a couple other male teachers discussing astudent and her outfit.Teacher 1: "... standing just inside my doorway, watching the youngladies going to their first-period. Though she'd tried her best one night.Except Sr. Cornelia must have been on the same wavelength and caught her. Damn her timing or her mind reading abilities whatever ... but then you couldn't damn a nun could you?She had a feeling that she'd be damned in an entirely new way, since she let her curiosity get the better of her once again. Because weeding the main garden which spanned nearly a half acre was just so damn boring ... grimy work especially when the earth was damp and her muscles .... Moira confesses, “I’m not that good of a cook.”“I’m not going to lie. When I offer you a job, I expect it to be a long-term commitment. Next year, take cooking as one of your electives. For now, one of Dahlia’s jobs will be to teach you.”Kim is now just toying with her food, wondering how she got to be the outsider. I address the issue, “Kim, when you make assumptions, you make an ass out of you and me.”“If you hire her to help Dahlia, then what do I do?”“Have faith in me. Do you think I would. I just waited, obscenely exposing myself. For minute after minute. I peek a glance behind. Oh. Mistress and the guest were making out. Hands all over each other. Kissing, feeling. Ignoring me entirely.It was so hard to maintain the position. I moaned a few times after some more minutes. I could hear the passion of the couple behind me.Finally, a voice at my ear, "Would you like to sit down?" I nodded and moaned at the same time. And Mistress helped me up, and led me to the chair the guest had.