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The teacher

Views (52) Anger Created on 12-11-06 Flag

He stares right at me

Our eyes meet

Then his eyes move

Down to my lips

My neck

My breasts

My stomach

And lower

Until the land on my legs

He calls me up

Whisper in my ear

Askes me to stay after

Why are alot of men such...

Perverts?

It disgusts me

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On December 13th 2006 Celticlord Said :
Celticlord Hey i resemable that remark :-)