Your teacher, Ms. Parker

It only took a few minutes before your car received a new, yet very familiar guest to you, your former middle school gym teacher, Ms. Parker. Her ebony body had always been wrapped in yoga pants and tight t-shirts, showing off her remarkable figure, despite her age.

She was now dressed in a green dress and stilettos, obviously headed to some function. She looked gorgeous as sin, and one couldn't even tell she was in her 50's.

As she opens up the taxi door she looks at you confused.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had a passenger already," Ms. Parker states apologetically.

"No, no, that's just my daughter. You don't mind if she's back there," your taxi driver shoots back.

She smiles pleasantly at you.

"Not at all," she answers, back before sitting down.

"Sally Yates Park, please."

"Sure thing sir," the taxi driver answers with a laugh. The area was about a 30 minute drive away.

"Sweety, why don't you tell the nice woman the services we offer at our taxi," your driver states, looking at you through the back mirror.

"Services?" Ms. Parker questions, looking at you again.

"Yes, we provide relaxation and entertainment services, ms parker," you say, nervously forgetting that you said her name.

"Wait are you a former student of mine?" she says, catching that you had said her name.

"Yes ma'am," you say, your voice almost whispering, that she had figured it out so quickly.

"Oh well," she says, "I always look forward to supporting my students after they graduate. How much to have you help me relax till we get there?"