You can’t do that!” she pleaded with a hint of anger on her voice. It may be cliche, but if I was going to fuck a schoolgirl, I was going to fuck a schoolgirl. Inside was some small make-up items, probably $200 in twenty’s, a drivers license and a debit card and around 10 small baggies filled with a white substance. I had plans. “Well, it’s not everyday that a girl gets a private, one-on-one detention with the sexiest teacher in school,” she said and smiled. This meeting shouldn’t have been with me. I picked up my cell phone and opened the video recording feature and began recording with the camera pointed towards the zip lock bag containing the case. I headed back home and removed all tags and packaging from the purchases and laid them out. This is something I would expect from kids like Jeremy or Tasha (referencing two suspected stoners and obvious slackers in class), but not you.”
Her eyes widened sensing a glimmer of hope.
