Shayne St. James took off her glasses and rubbed her tired and blurry eyes, a deep disappointed sign escaped past her lips. Grading paper's was not the favorite part of her job - and if she could, she'd get someone else to do it for her. Teaching Sex Ed 104 was like trying to teach pigs how to fly. Her students were hopeless, only a select few actually learned anything. "Fucking monkey's could grade better then these brats. I swear, each new generation today is just getting stupider and stupider. Parent's need to learn to discipline their god damn children or not have them at all." She growled to herself in frustration.
Moving away from her desk, she grabbed her glasses and perched them back on her nose. Her next class was do any minute and she was more then ready to get the day over with. Standing up on her tip toes, she reached as high as she could, cleaning the remaining writing off the board. Her shirt strained against her breasts at the angle and her skirt was dangerously close to revealing her apple bottom.
The bell rang and she hurried her task. Straightening out, she ran a hand through her hair and pasted a smile on her lips as the students became to wander into the classroom. Standing behind her podium, she reached down and grabbed the class schedule and the list of her students names. The new year was about to begin. "Good morning students, welcome to Sex Ed 104. As you already know, this is a sexual education course, pay attention or go to the office. I'm here to teach you and you're going to listen or get booted off my island. This class is strict, but fun. Now, shall we get started? When I point to you, stand up and tell the class about yourself."
She eyed her students over the rims of her glasses and looked skyward, praying for patience. At least a few of them looked like they'd take interest in the course. "I'll start, my name is Ms. Shayne St. James, I am twenty-three years old and currently single. As you can all see, I am your teacher, that is my profession. Anything else about me, you don't need to know. Now," she pointed to the student at the beginning of the first row, "your turn."
Moving away from her desk, she grabbed her glasses and perched them back on her nose. Her next class was do any minute and she was more then ready to get the day over with. Standing up on her tip toes, she reached as high as she could, cleaning the remaining writing off the board. Her shirt strained against her breasts at the angle and her skirt was dangerously close to revealing her apple bottom.
The bell rang and she hurried her task. Straightening out, she ran a hand through her hair and pasted a smile on her lips as the students became to wander into the classroom. Standing behind her podium, she reached down and grabbed the class schedule and the list of her students names. The new year was about to begin. "Good morning students, welcome to Sex Ed 104. As you already know, this is a sexual education course, pay attention or go to the office. I'm here to teach you and you're going to listen or get booted off my island. This class is strict, but fun. Now, shall we get started? When I point to you, stand up and tell the class about yourself."
She eyed her students over the rims of her glasses and looked skyward, praying for patience. At least a few of them looked like they'd take interest in the course. "I'll start, my name is Ms. Shayne St. James, I am twenty-three years old and currently single. As you can all see, I am your teacher, that is my profession. Anything else about me, you don't need to know. Now," she pointed to the student at the beginning of the first row, "your turn."