Professor Jacobs was not alone in his screaming need for attention from the lovely Ann Barot. To a man in love there is no torture as sweet as rejection,. and his mad pursuit. He purchased a telescope, telling his wife that he was tired of biology and wanted to turn to astronomy for inspiration. It was now the second semester and Ann's gym class was learning archery.

With his telescope adjusted to the stance of the bow and arrow sport, he could sit for a full hour with his instrument encompassing the high mounds of her breasts, even more accentuated now by the exaggerated pose of archery. The Professor had met Carol Nester, the thirty-seven year old gym instructor and he had thought her a bit kinky. She was a single woman with a butch-type haircut and a broad flat face; her posture was anything but stunning now as she stood with her heavy legs spread wide and her hinds on her barely evident hips. The wind blew through her hair, but it did not stir. Christ, does she use grease or what? thought the professor in disgust as this boyish woman blocked his view to instruct Ann on how far back to draw the shaft.

Word spread like a wild brush fire a few years back when a few of Carol Nester's students complained about her enraptured attention to her girls' hygiene. There was no excuse for not showering in her class. But no one could make a well founded objection because although she was constantly tempted and excited by the naked female bodies around her, she had never actually approached any of them.

Ann Barot had never exhibited modesty in the stuffy confines of the girls' locker room, reeking from the stench of sweaty bodies and athlete's foot powdered mats, and she stripped in front of Carol as if she were a professional, and stood brazenly naked before the bulging eyes of Carol, her heart pounding with lesbian desires.