"Have you finished that composition, Josh?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," I replied nervously. When I turned my head, her face was practically touching mine.
"Good," she murmured, "bring it over here so we can hang it up."
I carefully tore the large sheet of paper out of my sketch book and stood, following her past the long curtains that separated the main classroom area from the corner they used for storage. Several lengths of clothes line were strung along that wall, with padded clothespins spread out all over them. Miss Chase looked around for a bit and found a spot where my drawing could fit.
"Put it here," she instructed.
As soon as I reached up to hang my artwork, she was pressing her t**s into my back and wrapping her arms around me. I gasped in surprise, and then bit my lip to make
