Her job at school

It wasn't easy being a teacher when I'm only a handful of years older than most of my students. I groaned and got in my car, driving to the school. With such a skimpy outfit, I knew the ghost had something planned. I had a feeling I was in for a long day. Little did I know that I wasn't prepared for the unexpected events that the day had in store for me.

I wasn't too late, and I walked into my class and calmed down my students. They weren't too wild seeing as it was first period art. Most of my students were more academically centered and they didn't cause much trouble aside from getting off topic and the occasional blow job and hand job. That was the one downside, and now it's her upside. 3 sides of all art desks were covered so if need be she could sit the whole time. Noticing Kim wasn't in her seat she looked at Ron. Deciding not to push her luck she let the two go.

The majority of the lessons consisted of pulling an image from a computer file for the students to be inspired by and drawing something similar but today wasn't her day. A sign read broken on the projector, and she knew she had to come up with something else that required her to stand in front of everyone. She quickly thought of an exercise involving the students drawing whatever came to their minds, with no guidelines. Relieved to sit at her desk, she catches up on grading.