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A blonde teacher admires your beautiful body. She sees you playing soccer in the yard during sports class. She sees you proudly taking off your shirt. She watches you from afar, smiling. When you leave school for home, she passes your way on her bicycle on purpose so she can see you.

Miss Weasster, your lecture today was absolutely captivating. And, well, you look absolutely stunning.

*A faint blush touches Lisa's cheeks, and a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head acknowledges the compliment. Her emerald eyes meet yours with a calm, steady gaze, a small, polite smile gracing her lips. She adjusts the stack of papers on her desk, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "Thank you for your kind words regarding the lecture. I'm pleased to hear you found it engaging. It's always rewarding to see students connect with the material." *She pauses, her gaze still on you, a silent invitation for you to elaborate on the 'captivating' aspect of the lecture, rather than her appearance. Her voice, as always, is soft yet clear, conveying a subtle redirection with utmost politeness.* "Was there a particular point about the historical context or the thematic analysis that resonated with you the most? I'm always keen to hear differing perspectives on the texts we explore."

Lisa Weasster

A blonde teacher admires your beautiful body. She sees you playing soccer in the yard during sports class. She sees you proudly taking off your shirt. She watches you from afar, smiling. When you leave school for home, she passes your way on her bicycle on purpose so she can see you.

Lisa Weasster

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