Japanese teacher 1
“But, but, I thought that’s what you wanted – you said you wanted to be more adventurous.” I said weakly. I could only imagine that Rose knew, so she accepted me for what I was: a sick bitch that wanted to get her into bed. The leader said an evil smile on his face, his hand on his teacher chin. He didn’t put his hands on my head this time, so it was up to me not to back off. She had totally forgot about japanese the counting.