After observing the lesson that I had presented on subject-verb agreement, Mr. Cook, the chairman of the English department, who always smelled of tomato soup, came up to me after my lesson ended and said, “You were so good, I could’ve fucked you on the blackboard.”
I was stunned, because Cook had been such a mealymouth prior to this outburst. Plus, I had never seen this type of vertical coitus, not even in movies. He’d need a stool in order to reach me since I was at least three inches taller than him, and I was no gymnast.
