My Teacher Miss Muller
Miss Muller’s hand lightly rubbed my thigh. It was down toward my knee, but still, it was a female teacher in contact with her sixteen-year old male student. I’m sure I tensed and she stopped. It was pre-COVID January, 2020, and we were in The Old Spaghetti Factory – me and Miss Muller and three cheerleaders. I wrote sports for the school paper. Miss Muller taught English and managed the cheerleading squad.The cheerleaders got up and left. I started to get up, too, and felt her hand on my thigh...
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