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Most of us lead two lives—real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies—wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
Is it best to repress these desires and fantasies, or to bring them out into the open and act upon them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame and guilt? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this book, the problem of actually playing out one’s fantasies is explored. Brenda Andrews is a dedicated teacher at an exclusive boys’ preparatory school, and has dedicated her life to her profession. But suddenly, at age forty-one, Brenda begins to realize that the sexual fantasies she has lived with so long are no longer enough. She wants and needs the real thing. And in her case, the real thing can most easily be obtained from her young students. She acts out all of her fantasies, and soon finds that she has been suppressing her sexuality all these years. The problem arises, however, when she finds she cannot control her increasingly stronger desires.
But is she to blame? Or is her situation the fault of a society that calls sex “dirty”, and considers abstinence from sex a virtue? Timely questions.
TEACHER’S EAGER PETS—a story with an important message for our puritanical society.
Brenda Andrews completed the last lap of the Olympic-sized swimming pool, pulled herself from the water, and ran toward the bathhouse, a long purple towel draped across one bronzed shoulder.
In the bathhouse, she stood before the full-length mirror, smiling at her reflection seductively; a small pool of water was forming at her feet.
“Not bad for an old gal of forty-one! What a pity that no man sees this body,” she was thinking aloud. She blushed as she remembered Ricky and that one, all-too-brief night on the beach in Jamaica. Her pulse throbbed as she remembered the moonlight, the hot sand on her bare body and the bronzed body of Ricky, whom she had never seen again.
She continued to stare at herself in the mirror, still absorbed in her daydream. Yes, Brenda was attractive in a subtle way. If she had only given herself half a chance she could have been downright sexy; but, she did not have the courage to try new kinds of makeup and she did not bother to dress in a daring manner or show off her voluptuous body to better advantage. If she had, most men would have looked her way, but unfortunately she dressed in a dowdy manner, in loose-fitting, baggy shirts, and skirts that were much too long.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PR-4003 in the original publications (a duplicate).