caught red handed
whilst enduring a particularly boring french class at senior school the time was passed by sketching ourselves in various sexual positions with the gorgeous early forties goddess that was Mrs Field.
She smelt gorgeous and according to my da vinci esque life drawings was also quite flexible. I was onto a winner, I had captured the beauty of the intertwining pupil/teacher 69er perfectly in the back of my french exercise book (no pun intended). However, so engrossed was I in this masterpiece; which was sure to be heralded by my peers as a work of genius, I had forgotten to keep an eye on the actual position of my teacher. Can anyone guess where she was? Yes, thats right, just over my right shoulder.
Due to the accuracy of my drawing there could be no mistaking who was depicted therein. Oh, and of course the arrows pointing to us with our names on.
She laughed, suprisingly...then she told me I had to draw it again, life size, on the blackboard so the whole class could see it. I didn't expect that one. I refused point blank recieved a detention for 'not paying attention in class'. This all happened 16 years ago. Last week my face returned to its normal colour.
(dukefukem, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 10:55, Reply)