Upper-Intermediate. Class Book: English for Adult Learners

Did men like to look at her as Eugene had said? Tracey wondered. Did they get big hard-ons like he said? She found out soon enough, because she now kept her eyes open for such happenings, and the first day of school she noticed how all the boys looked at her. Even the teachers seemed to gaze at her body with hot eyes. Tracey liked the attention. In fact, she adored it. During her first class in English, she could see that the teacher, Mr. Palmer, liked her. He seemed to play to her as he lectured about modern literature, about poetry. "There is no good poetry," he said. "Unless of course we include Anne Sexton." Tracey took notes and cuddled at her desk, her legs crossed, a raving teen beauty. After class, she gathered her books and was about to leave when Mr. Palmer called her over. "You seemed very interested in what I was saying, Miss Lawton." "Oh, yes, sir." "Are you interested in literature?" "Sure." She saw his eyes drop to her while sweater and stare at the push of her little tits. She smiled. "Perhaps we can discuss it more sometime," he said. "Oh, sure, ski I'd like to!" Mr ...»