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As a teenager I was obsessed by my piano teacher - I hated playing the piano, but carried on because she was so lovely. OK, it was because she used to wear very plunging necklines.
I even stopped practicing because the worse I was, the more she'd sit at the piano to show me how to play a piece and I could stand behind her and look down her top.
Aaaaargh. Confess your own crushes so I don't look like a breast-obssessed stalker.
( , Thu 28 Sep 2006, 10:42)
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Was a bit more akward as I worked with largely-built-brick-outhouse mate, but he didn't twat me. Not even after finding out that 4 months later she was pregnant, but it wasn't mine.
In the back-office of the pub we used to work in, he jokingly said "Sure it's not yours Jeccy?"
"Nah," I say,"she can't get pregnant through her throat."
How I didn't get a kick-in is beyond me.
( , Wed 4 Oct 2006, 17:33, Reply)
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