Half the guys in my high school class way back in the dark ages were poring the teachers. These stories do nothing but ruin many lives. It’s nit nice to fool Mother Nature...
Huh?!
Regards,
My young Spanish teacher was an achingly lovely distraction even to the stories she told of living in Barcelona, the exceptionally dark skies of Toledo and seeing the palace and fortress of The Alhambra. Her wraparound skirts...
Yes, I failed Spanish and the only guy who didn't was probably gay.