Merrill Douglas waited in line in the cafeteria. The staff scooped a chunk of what the school called lasagna onto a plastic dish and handed it to him. He took the plate and a can of coke and paid for the meal. But he wasn't going to eat it here. He had too much work to do. The cafeteria was too noisy. he took his meal to his classroom placed it on his desk and sat down. He had about an hour and ten minutes to eat his meal and prepare his next lesson.

It was the middle of the school day. A time when Douglas didn't have any students for two periods in a row: his lunch period and his prep period.

Douglas got down to work while he scooped lasagna into his mouth. In the quiet of his empty classroom, he would have plenty of time to finish his lesson plan.

There was a knock at the door. It was Jamie Anderson. She was fifteen and a student in his third-period class. He walked over to the door. He didn't want her to enter his room though. He was busy and it wasn't a good idea for students to be alone in a room with a teacher., especially this student.

Jamie was only fifteen, but she started to develop early. She had reached the peak of her beauty early. She had firm round D-cup breasts, wide hips, firm thighs, and was very sexy. Merrill knew this wouldn't last. She was big-boned, so her waist would eventually grow. Her waist/hip combination which was now well proportioned would grow to make her look just plain big. Her breasts would continue to grow and start to sag. Cellulite would make her thighs jiggle. It was all downhill from here.

But for now, she was the hottest girl at the school and she wore apparel to emphasize that fact. Her dress had a deep U-neck which showed more of the tops of her breasts than she should in this school. Her skirts were too tight and too short. She wore heels that were too high. She was getting all the wrong types of attention from boys and even older men. She was still fifteen and quite naive.

"Hello, Jamie. What can I do for you!"

"You did this to me!" she accused.

Merrill had never been anything but nice to the girl. He never commented on her appearance or dress. It was best not to say anything. The student might get the wrong idea and the teacher could get into trouble.

"What are you talking about? I never did anything to you."

"This," she used her hands to indicate her body. "You made me this way."

"You are upset. I can see that, but I didn't do anything to you. I'm your teacher. I think it would be better if you just left."