The Group Pt1
Miss Burke handed me my essay. It was marked at 90% in red pen with a note to see her after class. The class room emptied at the sound of the bell and for a minute or so she tidied up, filling a huge bag with school books. I stood waiting at her desk watching her. She was younger than most of the teachers, maybe in her mid twenties. She was tall and quite well built with big hips, a narrow waist and large breasts. I’m sure she was the fantasy of most of the boys, she certainly was mine. She...