"Well," Ms. Prittey said, "rules are rules." She then looked down at Phil and licked her lips. Phil could see all the details of her mouth from up close, the little wrinkles as her lips puckered up. Ms. Prittey had incredibly luscious lips, the kind that would seem to come only through several bee stings (though they were all hers). She slowly raised the frightened boy up to her lips and pressed him firmly against them. The girls in the class were shocked that their teacher was now making out with the tiny boy.
Ms. Prittey held Phil in place against her lips for about a minute, and then pulled him away with a loud "mwwwwwwwwwwah!" Phil was covered in his teacher's saliva, and was trying to catch his breath after Ms. Prittey's lips denied him any air for so long. "Now then," she said, turning to the class, "can we get back to the lecture?" All the girls giggled.
Ms. Prittey walked up to the front of the room with Phil still in her hand. She started writing on the board, and Phil called out "umm, Ms. Prittey? Can you let me down please?" Ms. Prittey stopped writing and looked at the tiny boy. She thought for a moment and said "actually, I think that would be a bad idea. You're obviously a distraction for the girls in the class, so I'll have to keep you elsewhere while I continue teaching.
I think the most appropriate place would be.......
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