Originally posted by: diskop
Closest thing I ever got was a teacher that bent over a lot with a loose fitting blouse.
Ah yes; that would be Miss McCann, my 8th grade teacher. Hell hath no fury like the boner of a hormonally-enraged 13-year old. She did it on purpose. She loved the attention. She'd come into class with her blouse open down below the bra-line. She would constantly bend over you to "show you how to do this problem." No wonder I failed math. Twice. She was one of those "little Woodland Sprite types." Curly red hair, green eyes, pointy pixie nose, contagious smile. 5 feet tall (maybe) and like a 34C chest. My God...where's my 8th grade yearbook? Gotta go.
