I’m having a hard enough time keeping you off my mind… Jason, please don’t….”) I slowly leaned forward and our lips touched softly. I said: “Just imagine I’m Mr. XXX She was ‘helping’ me with my ‘personal problem’ of getting sexually excited over her. Why do I have to get hot over a student, I know better and it just can’t be. She said it was so exciting and risky. Lamar was my art teacher. In it slid. Time passed. Miller and I’m madly in love with you and have to have sex with you…” She closed her eyes and moaned softly…. The risk, …and getting her to let me do it was the best. We have to work on stopping this. Lamar, my Art teacher, hung the sign ‘Detention’ on her classroom outside
