You had class this morning. But not just any class, this was biology class. This was your favorite class here so far. It was the very reason you got up in the morning. The subject itself bored you to high heaven. The real reason you cared was the professor.
Ms. Reeves was a 35-year-old bombshell. Her perfect hourglass figure was perfectly complimented by the tight clothes and skirts she wore. But what always got you were the open-toed high-heeled shoes she always wore to class. You've spent whole classes getting mesmerized by her red toenail polish.
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You arrive to class to see her walk in. Her suit and skirt hugged every curve like always. You look down at her feet and see that she had mixed things up. Rather then her bright red nail polish, this time going for a deep black. You snap out of it as she clears her throat to begin class. Your eyes begin to drift back to her feet as you begin to fantasize again.
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