risqué
It always cracks me up how likely I am to ship (one of) the most risqué ship in each fandom.
Especially when things like this happen:
I talked to my neighbor. I think she liked her life, she told a lot.
She was telling me stories and more stories, and somehow we came to the topic of teaching Elementary School.
I always knew she was a teacher once. But I never really though about it.
She chuckles, and mentions how in 1964 she had this one student. She remembers his name, but I don't.
He was half Filipino, which was rather unheard of in those days. But he had this great dark skin and these large brown eyes. They were enchanting. And a turn-on.
He always sat at the back of the room, but he seemed to be watching her.
The twelve year old was smart, she thinks. He got the innuendos she made, and through the eye-contact, she felt something. A connection.
At the time she was twenty-two, maybe twenty-three. She knows, and you know, it would be silly to think of something with a twelve year old. A relationship, and sex. However, over time, the distance would shrink. Then, the boy was in 5th grade.
She moved across the country a few years later, but it seems she still wonders.
And doubts, what if he had something with his eyes, like this? She stares off into the distance a few inches over my right shoulder.
It makes me laugh until she considers where he is now, and I consider the chuckle a giggle.
On one hand, I wanted to ask her, "Aren't you a Christian?" On the other, I consider this something that would really interest me.
In fiction.
But, I don't think that'll do as an excuse.
I doubt I have a right to judge, perhaps to think, but not judge.
Because haven't I felt similarly, too?
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Especially when things like this happen:
I talked to my neighbor. I think she liked her life, she told a lot.
She was telling me stories and more stories, and somehow we came to the topic of teaching Elementary School.
I always knew she was a teacher once. But I never really though about it.
She chuckles, and mentions how in 1964 she had this one student. She remembers his name, but I don't.
He was half Filipino, which was rather unheard of in those days. But he had this great dark skin and these large brown eyes. They were enchanting. And a turn-on.
He always sat at the back of the room, but he seemed to be watching her.
The twelve year old was smart, she thinks. He got the innuendos she made, and through the eye-contact, she felt something. A connection.
At the time she was twenty-two, maybe twenty-three. She knows, and you know, it would be silly to think of something with a twelve year old. A relationship, and sex. However, over time, the distance would shrink. Then, the boy was in 5th grade.
She moved across the country a few years later, but it seems she still wonders.
And doubts, what if he had something with his eyes, like this? She stares off into the distance a few inches over my right shoulder.
It makes me laugh until she considers where he is now, and I consider the chuckle a giggle.
On one hand, I wanted to ask her, "Aren't you a Christian?" On the other, I consider this something that would really interest me.
In fiction.
But, I don't think that'll do as an excuse.
I doubt I have a right to judge, perhaps to think, but not judge.
Because haven't I felt similarly, too?
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