C146 Keeping it

Brett

The moment Misha had run into my class that Monday morning all sweaty, with her breast plastered to her shirt, I wanted her. I had wanted her so bad I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I got her. I might be somewhat rebellious, but never irresponsible. Then Misha had come along and dealt thoroughly with my self-control and dignity as a teacher. I had lost my sanity