I had no idea you could analyze a sentence in so many ways."... and I simply don't understand how you even get up in the morning knowing what a waste ...of time you are when you write your stories. I cant even 'try' to get into the fantasy with all these pitiful mistakes. Since when do girls touch their 'punts'? Honey, its spelled Cunt not Punt! Maybe if you didn't type with one hand buried in said cunt you could focus that sad excuse for a brain. Its painfully clear your either too dumb to proof. This was not her student that was eagerly ramming that tight cunt with a generous helping of white meat. It was the new teacher the school hired over the summer. It was hard enough for a ghetto school to get any teachers, let alone a white teacher. But here he was, giving a grade-A lesson on the merits of good staff relations.A few days earlierMr. Knight walked through the halls of the rundown, ghetto school. It was not exactly his first choice of a local full-time position after graduating. Not today. Today she was wearing a fairly tight, and short pair of white shorts, totally uncharacteristic for mom. In addition to that however, she was also wearing a tight red and white stripped tee shirt, that looked good on her, though again, something she wouldn't normally wear, except perhaps out to the beach, and only then ... years ago. Not now. And yet, here she was, doing just that. She was wearing a bra though, not yet perhaps so daring as to go without one, though she easily could. He feltwarm suddenly, and his lips had suddenly become much wetter. What thehell was going on?Engral stepped aside and opened the door for Alex. He smiled and his eyeswere filled with a warm appreciation and for the first time, Alex got tosee a man discreetly evaluating his figure. It was odd, but much nicerthan overt ogling. He turned and caught Engral's eyes, then smiled warmlywith burning hot cheeks. He caught himself in mid-smile. Frowning, shaking his head, he realized he had to keep a.