I smell a sexy paperback novel.Didn't help that the area was heavy Catholic though technically not a "Catholic School" and I was the daughter of the local deacon. :bush:
I had a teacher like that too. After an especially tiring workout one afternoon, she was kind enough to give me a very thorough back massage.When I was still "learning the ropes" I could have sworn my Math teacher (who doubled as the Yearbook officer) was trying to get into my pants. I mean she would come to some of my classes (I wasn't even on the Yearbook staff) and pull me out to go with her to the Yearbook room (which would be dark sans monitors and noonelse) just to "talk" and "hang out". She was young, fit and seemed to be very restless in her marriage (as she would make clear in our "talks"). I really wish I was able to read signals better back then. (I was a sophmore in HS).
I smell a sexy paperback novel.[/QUOTE]Didn't help that the area was heavy Catholic though technically not a "Catholic School" and I was the daughter of the local deacon. :bush: