Mrs Browning

Mrs Browning loved to teach. However, it was not without its stresses. If it was not the students being obnoxious and inappropriate, it was her colleagues that were being a handful. There was never a steady moment where she would be free, but it was all for the love of teaching that got her to stay for as long as she has so far. Besides, handling teenagers seemed like far more fulfilling work than filing away forms and answering calls in her previous secretarial job. It was a brief tenure in an auditing firm, since her boss was a complete perv that did not understand the meaning of 'sexual harassment'.

She was just about done sorting out the latest test papers in her classroom one day, when she suddenly received a text from her husband, Bob. She frowned at the prospect of him having to work late again tonight, but relented to the fact that she could spend a bit more time with due diligence on marking these papers. She cared about her students after all, despite the stares she gets from the young men. In a sense, she was reminded of her previous job and whimsically decided to make a quick mental comparison. She would still rather be here than within touching distance of that old bag....

Breathing a sigh, she drops her pen and stretched her arms behind her head, stressing her huge boobs against the tight confines of her striped white top. Overtime was one of the sacrifices she made for the sake of her students. In some respects, it was a requirement. Teaching was not an easy job. It was a calling. Motivating young minds was her vocation, tiring as it might seem.