“I will not tolerate failure, Sam,” Miss Harris explained as she placed you in her desk drawer for later. You were surrounded by darkness for what seemed like eternity until Miss Harris reopened the drawer a few hours later. She calmly placed you on her desktop as well as a brown paper bag. You didn’t have a good feeling about this. “You see, Sam, I take my class very serious and those you fail are punished.” Miss Harris clarified as she unpacked her lunch. You stood in awe at the size of her food. She had packed an apple, a bottle of water, a bag of chips, and a BLT on white minus the B. Miss Harris removed the top of the sandwich, revealing a span of lettuce, and ushered you on. “I may not have any bacon, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” She said with a smile. You shook with fear as you lay on the cold green leaf. She then replaced the top slice and you were immediately covered in yellow goo as the white slice of bread covered you. You were now in the middle of her sandwich, no different than the tomatoes, cheese, lettuce, or pickles. You could do nothing as you felt the sandwich rise into the air. “This is much better than detention.” Miss Harris said with a giggle as she took the first bite of the sandwich. You knew she would get you next. As you watched the beauty swallow you couldn’t help but admire her body. Just as the goddess came in for the next bite, the door opened. It was the dean of the school, a very attractive woman of about 34 with red hair, steel blue eyes and a definite attitude. You tried to get her attention as she talked with Miss Harris and as the dean turned away to leave, she took a second glance at Miss Harris.
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