My teacher kept me for a reason…
**This is a fictional story, don’t interpret it as anything but fictional** This happened when I was 18 years old and had just started highschool and was very curious about sex, like every other teenager… Me and my two friends entered class and walk to our usual sit places in the back of the class room. This was the fourth Spanish lesson so far. It was early on the autumn, middle of September. So we walked over and sat down and opened up our laptops. Although we didn’t really need them, but Facebook was more interesting than hearing our teacher speaking bad Spanish. So class began and she began talking about what we were going to do today and checked if we had done our homework. But I couldn’t hear a word, as usual. I …