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Angie Adams is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
REAR END TEACHER—a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
Angie Adams, a pretty but shy young schoolteacher, was on her way home from a PTA meeting one September evening. The meeting had dragged on and on, and the night was dark. That made Angie nervous about being alone on the streets. She decided to take a shortcut down the alley. Just about a block from her apartment building she happened to glance into an uncurtained window and saw something that made her freeze in her tracks.
“Oh, my goodness,” Angie muttered, “why don’t those people pull their curtains?”
In a ground floor apartment, a young couple were making love. The window of their living room was large, and it had no blinds or curtains. It dawned on Angie that the couple had just moved into the place. But instead of unpacking their things, they were making out.
The man was ruggedly built and dark-haired, the woman a slim blonde. Surrounded by unopened boxes of their possessions, they were lounging on a couch, kissing and caressing each other. As Angie watched, the man’s hand slid to the woman’s tit and began molding and squeezing. Angie blushed all the way down to her toes.
She knew she shouldn’t be watching. Even though the young couple were practically inviting peepers by making love in front of a lighted window, it wasn’t right to spy. Yet she couldn’t move. Something seemed to be holding her there, riveting her eyes to the scene.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.