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'Mr McCartney,
Please accept my apology for my absurd actions this morning,
It really frightens me to tell you this, but what caused me to react the way I did was my own fantasy.
You see, it involved you , and some very vulgar actions on both of our parts. Which, as you probably guessed, involved the act of sexual intercourse. This happens to me a lot, and obviously, I really like you, so I hate to be a disturbance to you and the rest of the class.'
Mr McCartney read the entire thing, and by the time he was done, so many things were running through his mind. He was as red as a strawberry, and his reaction was quite.. interesting. He then folded up the paper and placed it into the top drawer of his desk. He cleared his throat, and then said,
"Ms. (Y/N), please stay after class. I'd like to discuss this issue with you."
He then sat in his chair and tapped his foot repetitively on the floor, awaiting the end of class.
The bell finally rang, and everyone left- except for you. You packed up your things, but you didn't leave your seat. Once everyone was gone, Mr. McCartney got up and closed the door. He made his way back to his desk and sat in the chair and folded his hands. There was complete silence, but then after you got uncomfortable, you decided to break it,
"Don't you have another class you need to teach?"
"I'm off next period."
"Ah."
"I'd like to discuss what you wrote down on the... ahem .. paper."
"I'm really sorry, I just felt like I had to tell you.."
"It's quite interesting if you ask me."
You nodded in response. You were ashamed to be sitting in front of Mr. McCartney for the first time.
"I never knew you thought of me in such a manner. And don't feel bad, it's a normal thing to feel this way, especially at your age."
"Oh."
"I just- never thought the feeling would be mutual..."
