The one in the old Van Halen “Hot for Teacher” video. The one that inspires the comment: “I wish my teachers looked like that when I was in high... school.” That teacher. I know all the schoolboy fantasies you harbored when you were sixteen: Private after-school detentions where I draw the blinds and ride your cock on top of the lab table. Stolen moments in my closet while the rest of the class has gone to lunch. Maybe I’ll wank you until you’re gasping for breath, shooting your cum all over my. The friends you make while underyou'll likely end up betraying and your friends on the force won'ttrust you because you've been spent too much time with the enemy. Thebetter you are at the job, the less the other cops trust you. They mayseem like your best buddies and give you the occasional medal or awardfor a good job but, deep down, you make them uncomfortable becauseyou're doing something they couldn't do, something they can'tunderstand. They'll be happy as hell to use you ... but you're. We’d have to pay for fuel, but it would cut the travel time in half.”“Why don’t you call him tomorrow and see,” Jessica said. “What about a car?”“My dad will come get us and lend us the Lincoln, but I’ll call him to make sure.”“Where are we staying?” Kara asked.“Good question,” I said. “I’d prefer not to stay at the Spencers’, and we’re absolutely not staying at my parents’ house. Let me call Joyce. Maybe we can stay in the guest house at her grandmother’s place. I’ll make all the calls. I got on the web and found a beachside, modestly priced place that we could take the train to.” I gave Molly a time to meet me at a train station after she went home to pick up the suitcase she’d already packed.The two-hour train ride gave us some time to get better acquainted. We shared the usual family and educational histories. I had a graduate professional degree while she was struggling to get a part-time undergraduate degree. She wasn’t too motivated as a student and was drifting through.