A student was endlessly flirting with me in 2001. I finally got tired of it and when she came to my classroom after school, I shoved her up against a wall, kissed her and slid my hand up her skirt and gave her fine young ass a squeeze I still remember – her butt was so smooth, supple yet jiggly. I then ran my hand over one of her breasts. I let go, she ran from the room and I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. The next day she was hiking with friends, fell off a cliff and was killed. I don’t think she ever told anyone about the English teacher who molested her. I still remember that ass. I never did that again, it was enough.

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