Cynthia runs out of class

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Cynthia got up from her seat yelling, "I have to go to the bathroom!" and dashed out the door. The class giggled, before Miss Monroe calmed them down.

"Continue your quiz," she said with a quiver in her voice.

"I'm so turned on," thought Greg while concetrating on Miss Monroe. He eyed her body up and down for a minute while he thought of her squirming behind her podium.

"T...T...Two minutes left." stammered the teacher, obviously aroused. Suddenly Greg's thoughts turned to the mundane.

"Whoops, better not fail this quiz," thought Greg. He turned his attention back to Maria. "Whisper the answers." His suggestion was successful; Maria gave him the answers to the quiz and then coughed to cover it up.

"A, D, C, B, B, C, D, D, A, C." Greg quickly filled in the bubbles and smiled in relief.

"Time's up. Hand in your quiz before you go to lunch. You're excused." Miss Monroe was sweating, gently dabbing her forehead with a tissue.