I saw one of my high school teachers having sex when I was 17. Long tale, nevertheless the gist from it is by her place and drop it off at some point over the upcoming weekend that she and I were relatively friendly beyond the typical student-teacher relationship and when I didn’t have an assignment finished that was due on a Friday, she told me to just run it. I made the decision to get this done late the following evening, on a Saturday, while a friend and I also were out ingesting. We pulled into her driveway and I put the paper, sealed in a manila envelope, on her doorstep since we happened to be in the neighborhood.
When I did this, however, my friend got from the automobile and chose to take a glance around her household, for reasons that will simply be explained by extreme intoxication coupled with basic teenage mischief. One minute roughly later on, in a whisper-shout to come here as I was writing my teacher a note to leave with the paper, I heard him call out to me. Continue reading