Young teachers, school boys' phantasies....

...My favorite had to hit us right during the peak initial homonal surge years---8th grade. Which incidentally is also the toughest 5 year period for most liberals. Miss D. The name rhymes with deadlips, and boy did she have some pairs, of these and others, way before Brazilian collagen injections. We used to joke that they weren't there from sucking on lolly pops. But I digress. her first year teaching, tall (for us Azorean midgets), stiff, and very proper, with her English accent to match. Always in red (F-ck me) high heels. What the hell was this immigrant perfumed tasty prize doing in our proletarian neighborhood? God could she conjugate verbs and decline gerunds, as our English school marm par excellance. She was mostly a bobby soxer, but rarely, just to titillate, she'd show up with those silkies, the ones with the sewed stripe down the back, probably from marmar's collection during the war. a decade erlier. When we yanks were over paid, over sexed and over there. And oversexed we all were, oh those nearly see through loose button up blouses, tucked into that neatly ironed pleated Scottish plaid skirt. Buttoned, never belted. Did this prude image cultivating dream boat really have to wear black lace brazzieres? When she'd bend over to help, with those snarly dangling participles, and other danglers, all were praying to the Lord for a failure in button thread. Her wheels? British of course, but this was years before my becoming a car guy, so who knew, ---but it was a green sports car? Like mine now---go figure, the unconscious.Until I write these words, I've always wondered why foreign chicks turn me on. As do all those accents, even those from out Southland. Religiously always ate her lunch at her desk, brown bag of course, very much a holdover from those days of ration coupons. She still appears in an occasional dream, bringing on the now rare midnight stiffie. Armacord. Y'all know how dreams work, perhaps she'll be there between me and Bravo tonight. Get away big dog.
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