The Teacher Pays A Visit
There was a loud knock on the door. ‘Enter’ Jim shouted.Ms Wood stepped nervously into the room.‘Ah. Ms Wood. We’ve been expecting you. Come and stand over here. You’re late.’ Jim commanded, barely looking up from his notes, but vaguely waving his fingers at the front of his desk.And maybe Jim should’ve looked up. Because Ms Wood looked stunning. Aged about 35, she had platinum blond dyed hair, cropped extremely short. Thick black glasses on quite a severe looking face, quite angular looking. A...