Mrs. Lipovsky, my Russian teacher, had always been strict and intimidating. But that day, she had a mischievous glint in her eye as she announced that I would be staying late for a special quiz. My grades had been slipping and she had a unique way of making sure I paid attention. As I nervously sat at my desk, Mrs. Lipovsky began her usual routine of asking questions. But this time, there was a twist. For every correct answer, she would remove a piece of clothing. And for every wrong answer, I had to do the same. As the quiz went on, I found myself becoming more and more distracted by Mrs. Lipovsky's revealing attire. But I couldn't let my grades suffer any longer. So I focused all my attention on the questions, trying to ignore the tantalizing sight in front of me. This will lead to sex between us.