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- Teacher Part III
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- I'm Steve. This is my story about my high school teacher, Ms.
- Malone, and her unique methods she used to break me of my
- daydreaming habits in her class. Ms. Malone, you see, is a real
- great looking teacher, about 5'7", 118 lbs., with a figure that
- could easily find itself on a Playboy magazine cover. And I was
- the type of guy that would look at her and dream of what I would
- do if only I could get her in bed with me.
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- She noticed, early in our spring session that I was paying
- attention more to her body that to her class work. And she
- developed a very deep-seated interest in making sure that I was
- broken of that habit. Shall we say, she took a VERY personal
- interest in trying to re-direct my attention from her body to her
- classroom material by providing some unusual after-school
- tutoring.
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- It had been three weeks since her second tutoring session. I had
- been paying attention to the classroom work, and started making
- good progress in her course. For the first time since we started
- the semester, I really understood the course materials and was
- able to keep up with everyone else. It now looked like I would
- pass. It was no problem preventing myself from daydreaming about
- Ms. Malone (or Sandy, as she said I could call her out of school)
- since we had completed the two outside tutoring classes. Her
- methods had worked.
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- In fact, I had become somewhat of a popular guy with girls of my
- class (something which never happened before the tutoring). Each
- day, at lunch or after school, there was always one or two girls
- talking with me, flirting, and generally doing what high school
- girls do when they are trying to attract a male student's
- attention. I had even gotten up the courage to ask several of
- them out on dates, which resulted in very pleasant experiences
- (though not as intimate as my experiences with Sandy).
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- In short, it appeared that I was growing up, and was really
- starting to enjoy high school social life.
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- My attentions to Ms. Malone, on the other hand, had dwindled in
- direct proportion to amount of attention I was getting from girls
- my age. In part, I guess, this accounted for the ease in which I
- broke away from my old habits of staring at Ms. Malone and daily
- visually stripping her clothing off while she lectured to the
- class.
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- On this day, as both her class and the school day ended, Ms.
- Malone asked me to stay after school for a few minutes.
- Perplexed, since I knew that I was doing much better, I waited to
- find out what she wanted to say to me.
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- When everyone else had left the classroom, she closed the door,
- isolating the two of us from the rest of the world. It was very
- similar to that first tutoring session, except this time I had no
- idea what she wanted.
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- "Steve, I've been wondering what has happened to you in the past
- few weeks", she started. "When we finished our last session after
- school, in my car near your home, I recommended strongly that
- future sessions would be needed. Yet now, weeks later, you seem
- to have no interest in pursuing further help from me. What has
- happened?"
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