It was Jeff Wells's right hand that brought him pleasure tonight, just like countless other nights. He was tired after a long day of work. He no longer thought of little boys he taught in class. Some may say he was turning over a new leaf, but I say he always had it in him. He thought of a woman.
Not just any woman, it was a fellow coworker. Her short raven dark hair, the twinkle in her hazel lit eyes, and that A$$. Whooooo that made him escalate quickly. It was #nonutnovember but who cares if I already had 3 strikes when there's a woman so fine working a couple classrooms down the hall from me, he thought to himself. "Kyleeeee.", he yelped her name.
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You Can't Teach Love
RomanceA love story of a lonely teacher, Mr Wells.. Follow him on his journey on his desperate journey to find someone before he turns thirty and gets a erectile dysfunction. But will he find it?
