For an over sexed Scorpio 8th grader, being assigned into Miss Gingraw's 8th grade English class was akin to winning the junior high lottery. Blond and blue and the runner up to Miss Michigan the year before. At that stage in my life I probably needed a rubber room instead of a classroom. Miss G. had it all going on and she knew it. She would wear nearly socially unacceptable plunging neck line blouses and drape herself over our desks for peek-a-boobies. Never learned much English in that class, but that teacher sure made some mammary memories. Talk about a lust for life, it was sure a lust for something and someone.
