Miss Haversham. The most beautiful teacher in the school, even the
world. Or, at least, that was what my adolescent hormones were telling
me. She was always immaculately dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, her
hair tied in a bob, and her glasses giving her the classic
schoolmistress look. Today was hot, too hot to wear a jacket, so Miss
Haversham had hung hers’ over her chair. Her blouse was expensive
looking, and my beady adolescent eyes could track out the lines of her
bra. She looked up from the work on her desk at me, I
