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There it was, the reminder of how terrible she really was.A sobering if futile reminder of the other reason I shouldn't be touching her. "Anyway, I remember you were down there, in that position, hands and knees and hunched over. Except you, well... you were wearing this, um..." Why was it so hard to say? I'd seen her naked, but that had been in some other reality, a fantasy made real. This story was something that had happened here in the real world, where she was a student and I was a teacher and everything about us was wrong.

"Come on, spit it out. Shit, you can take my clothes off but you can't describe 'em?"

"You were wearing these pink athletic shorts. You know the ones I mean?"

She nodded, her smirk still slight. "I know the ones."

"Yeah. And with you bent over like that, they crept right up the crack of your ass. I swear it would have been harder to imagine you naked if you were just in your underwear, you know?"

"They do do that. That's why I barely wear 'em any more. Fi