Teacher "Ok, class. Turn to page 94," Miss Marsey said. Rick sat daydreaming, yet to act upon the last instruction. His mind was too busy elsewhere, eyes fixed on his teacher's skirt, the faint hint of a suspender belt strap lining its side, almost invisible, yet undeniably there. She said, cross-legged, poised on the edge of her desk, her black pencil skirt riding just above her knees, with shiny black four-inch stiletto...