While she was gathering up her stuff to test me, she had me write aboutmy favorite story. She said it didn't have to be about a book. It couldbe a mov...e or TV show or anything. She just wanted to know what I likedabout what I liked.I thought for a few seconds about the story of the English guy proposingto the beautiful lady that I'd seen on TV with my mom when I was a kidbut decided she wouldn't understand it and would probably think I wasweird. Besides, the only part of the movie I'd seen was. "Would you like to do this again next week?"I really didn't hesitate when I answered, "I'd be honored, Jenn, and I mean that really, yes, I would."She stood up and came over to me as I finished buckling my belt and kissed me very nicely."See you for breakfast, Henry, sweet dreams in the meantime, I know I will," and she went downstairs and started cleaning the kitchen and I gathered my papers and went back to the office.I had images of our time together, of course, how could I forget her. In the small bednearby lay a nude woman with blond ponytail and distinct mole on theleft side of her chin. An annoying bit of light hit her icy blue eyesand within a moment she sat up right on her bed, revealing her d-cupbreasts to the empty room."Good morning," She said to her empty room as she got out of bed. Hercaucasian skin was clean, devoid of any birthmarks or blemishes of anykind. The mole on her face was there only because of the character hadcosplayed yesterday evening. Not that. Although she most certainly did not push her students to excel, Julia drove herself furiously in her efforts to entertain and please her young girl pupils. She spent much of her free time locating different kinds of visuals that demonstrated the various lessons she was supposed to be teaching and showing them to the class. Julia filled her school days with VHS tapes and then DVDs projected on a huge flat screen TV at the front of the class, while she sat in the very back of the darkened.
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