Liv collects her bags, gets out of the car, and leans down, giving me a peek at the white lace bra teasing at the swell of her breasts.
Eyes up, Jerry.
“Time to manipulate,” she says and winks.
She’s manipulating something. All rational thought.
I wink back. “Take no prisoners, teach.”
Her sweet laughter fills my ears as she holds her head high and struts towards the school hall.
What I wouldn’t give to see her in action in the classroom.