"Good morning, Miss Appleton!" the boys chorused back.

Miss Appleton was in her element.

"First of all," she began, strolling over to the large windows that lined one side of the room, "we will collect your homework assignment… the two descriptive paragraphs about an art work of your choice."

Knowing that the art department of the school was particularly poor, Alice had enjoyed taking her class to the local museum, and she was looking forward to their comments on the paintings and sculpture they had seen there.

"Do I have a volunteer?" she asked, turning away from the pleasant view of green fields and trees below to face her class. "Yes, Tim, you may collect the papers," she smiled, an absent-minded, thoughtful smile that made it clear to all who observed her that she was thinking of many important things related to her teaching.

A short while later, Alice was once more seated at her desk. She looked up as Tim arrived carrying the sheaf of papers. Tim's blue eyes held Miss Appleton's for a brief second before Alice turned away.

"How many did you count, Tim?" she asked.

"Fourteen, Miss Appleton," Tim replied.

"Fourteen? There are fifteen students in this class. Will the boy who did not do his homework please raise his hand?"

"I didn't, Miss Appleton," Tim admitted. He was looking at the soft swelling of his teacher's breasts, two large mounds of flesh that seemed to want to escape the drab coverings that Miss Appleton always gave them. He thought about them now with considerable interest, comparing them mentally with what he knew his father's ex-wife's breasts had looked like. Of course, it was all imaginary at the moment, but Tim was confident that soon he would be able to make the comparison, yes, he and Bennie both would know whether Miss Appleton's breasts were prettier than old Carolyn's had been.