The old woman sat in her classroom, her wrinkled face creased with sadness. She had been through a lot in her life, and she knew it was wrong to feel this way about a student. But when he entered the room, she felt

The old woman sat in her classroom, her wrinkled face creased with sadness. She had been through a lot in her life, and she knew that love was a rare commodity. But when she saw the young man enter the room, she felt something stir inside of her. He was tall and thin, with a round face and full lips that seemed to be begging for attention. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, even though he was just another student in her class.As they worked on their assignment together, the teacher couldn't help but notice how his hands moved deftly across the keyboard. They were slender and nimble, like those of an artist or musician. And when he turned to face her again, his eyes were full of passion and intensity that made her heart race.She knew it was wrong to feel this way about a student - it went against everything she had been taught - but she couldn't help herself. She wanted him so badly that it hurt inside of her chest. And as they continued their lesson action together, she found herself imagining what it would be like to have him touch her in ways that no one else ever had before...