First-Year Teacher, Second Time Around. An Autobiographical Self-study of Teaching in Higher Education

Your asshole is full of cum, but that's not surprising, considering what a hot-blooded little trollop you are. Some boy probably fucked you silly, just before you and your teacher began engaging in the queer orgy I found you partaking in. Do you want to scream for the management, dear? Go ahead, I'm ready with my story!" Ginger turned crimson with rage, but she remained silent. Downing was the most respected member of the school faculty, Miss Caldwell was a first year teacher. There had been stories about her and the male students before – no doubt true, from what Ginger had seen of Nancy's hot nature – it was doubtful anyone would believe Ginger and Nancy over Downing! The self righteous, hypocrite swaggered over to the door. He turned and smiled at Ginger and his still-unconscious colleague. CHAPTER NINE The bus rolled down the mountain, its tires singing on the clear, dry roadway. Ginger sat disconsolately by the window, staring at the beautiful countryside without really seeing it. Her friends were laughing and carrying on all around her, frying to draw the miserable, worried brunette into their high spirited horseplay, but Ginger barely noted their existence with an occasional wan smile. "Jeez, Ging, you're about as much fun as a sprained ankle this morning!" Tony kidded the girl. "Yeah, just because you missed the last party 'cause you were stuck with Caldwell, that's no reason to act like the world has ended!" one of the girls teased. "There'll be other parties, you know." Todd was sitting next to the unsmiling Ginger ...»