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After School Dick-tention

I was late for class. Again. I slowly opened the door to my classroom, hoping Ms. Peterson was absent. Just as I managed to open the door enough to peer inside the class, I saw her. She had her back to me, as she was writing down notes for the students to copy, on the blackboard. I couldn't help but admire her form. This was her first year teaching high school history, and she had no shortage of teenage boy admirers. She was tall, I don't know how tall she was bare foot, but in heels (which she always wore) she was taller than most in the school; faculty or student. If I had to guess, I would guess she was around 6'4", in her heels. Her brown hair was cut in a bob, and hazel her hazel eyes were usually looking through a pair of fashionable, yet stern glasses. Her long legs were almost always encased in stockings or pantyhose, and pencil skirts often hugged her ample hips and ass. The tops she wore were conservative enough, it’s not like anyone could ever look down her shirt, as she towered most who would try. She tended to wear darker colors, than complimented her dark hair and pale skin. I was ripped from my revelry by the soft laughter of my classmates. Apparently Ms. Peterson had turned around, and her gaze was fixed squarely on me. I stammered, then said, "Sorry I'm late Ms. Peterson." She shook her head, with a sigh of disappointment and replied, "Just sit down, Mr. Andrews". I silently obliged and scurried to my seat. I didn't care for school much, but Ms. Peterson's ...

... 8th period class was always something I looked forward to. It always bothered me if I thought she might be unhappy with me. It felt like an eternity, but finally the bell rang, signaling that class had come to an end. I snapped my book shut and grabbed my bag, but before I could get up from my chair, I heard Ms. Peterson's stern voice telling me to, "stay right there, young man". She peered at me from over her glasses and said, "We need to talk. I would like to have a word with you." I silently cursed and looked down at my desk. Here we go. I dared not look at her, as her heels clacked on the hard classroom floor, as she walked over to me. I merely tried to watch her as best as I could, from the corner of my eye. She pulled up a chair in front of my desk and sat down across from me. Taking off her glasses, she continued "You have been late for every history class for the last week. I looked at her schedule, and I know the class before mine is only down the hall". She set her glasses down and looked me in the eye. I avoided her gaze as best as I could. "Do you not like history? Is it me? Are... are you having trouble at home?" She asked in rapid succession, her voice very clinical. "I like history, and everything is fine at home", I answered, trying to avoid mentioning my feelings about her. "Mmm, I see", she replied, "So... you, do you have a problem with me then?” I panicked, and blurted out, "N-No way!", and quickly added, "As a matter of fact, you're the high light of my ...