"Good morning, sir. How was your weekend? I hope we don't have too much homework tonight." The young temptress sits down in the front row. All the better for me to take glimpses up her school skirt. I really shouldn't. I'm having a hard enough time as it is with this raging morning wood I'm sporting. I'm lucky I've not poked every girl in the front row in the eye with this thing. I'm pretty sure Leana has noticed. Yeah, the way she keeps crossing and recrossing her legs? The way she's chewing on that pencil? She's for sure noticed. And I'm pretty sure she's not paying attention to a word I'm saying . . . .