He tells Ms. Chadra he wants her tits

"Look," Matt said. "I'm an eighteen year-old guy. I'm trying to pay attention in class but you go around waving those tits like they're advertising for the local strip club and my brain can't concentrate on anything else. Now, if you'd let me cop a feel or give me a good look, I'm sure I could do better in class."

Ms. Chadra pursed her lips together. "So, the reason you're not concentrating in class is my fault, because of my... breasts. Is that what you're saying?"

"Not your fault, exactly. I mean, it's not like you're flashing them or anything, but they're beautiful. I can't stop thinking about how sexy they'd look if they had my dick between them. I would..." he trailed off when he saw her pretty eyes narrow. Oh, damn. He was in so much trouble.

"Matt," Ms. Chadra said, "let's get one thing straight. I'm your teacher. It's my job to teach you trig. It's your job to learn. How you handle your fantasies is your business but if you can't handle them, you're going to fail this class. Since you're in summer school, I assume you need the credits if you want to graduate. And if I hear one more word about my..." she made little quote mark signs with her fingers, "'tits', I'm going to report you to the principal and you can explain all of your fantasies to her. Is this perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Ms. Chadra," Matt managed. He couldn't believe she hadn't sent him to the principal already. Maybe that was a good sign. Still, he couldn't help believing he would have been a lot better off if he'd taken things more slowly.