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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Jamie Johnson is one of these 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.
NO VIRGIN SCHOOLTEACHER — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
Miss Jamie Johnson was trying to conduct a lesson in English grammar, but it wasn’t easy to keep her students’ attention on a Friday afternoon. It was the last class of the day, and all the kids kept glancing longingly at the clock.
They probably had fun-filled weekends to look forward to, dates and parties. Not Jamie. Her students might be the last people she’d see till Monday. She didn’t look forward to another lonely weekend in her apartment. She wished she had a date, too.
She tried to imagine the kind of man she’d go out with. He’d be handsome, of course, and very intelligent and a real gentleman. He’d be interested in books like she was. Perhaps they’d go to an art museum, then to dinner, maybe even dancing.
“Hey, teacher, you’re daydreaming,” somebody called.
Jamie blushed hard.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she exclaimed. “I guess we’re all anxious to leave. And since it’s almost time for the bell — class dismissed.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.