I arrived in my Art class just after the tardy bell because of my late start. The room was a hive of activity when I walked in the door. Everyone was putting together their portfolios, and I was impressed with how much work my classmates had done the previous afternoon. The storage area at the side of the classroom had always been cluttered before, but now it was neatly organized and clean. Almost all of the artwork had been moved into the shelves with the student portfolios.
I gave out a low whistle as I looked around. When I bent to retrieve my portfolio from the second shelf from the bottom, I let out a gasp to feel hands squeezing my bottom. I glanced over my shoulder before I stood, and was surprised at how Miss Chase looked. I'd never seen her wearing makeup before, and her bright r
