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While all the other kids were trying to apply to colleges Senior Year...
...I was trying to get into one of my teacher's pants. I flirted with him every single day, and he flirted back.Making a point to touch my arm in the hallway. Hugging me at senior banquet. Staring at me in the rear view mirror as he drove several students to a quiz competition. My senior year, I lived for suggestive looks in the hallway and inappropriate stares from across the lunchroom. I would have given up virginity for him if he had asked. I would have done anything.
He has a wife and two kids.
I haven't seen him since I graduated, and I still have dreams about ** him.
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