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Mr. Pilaski coughed. "Girls, today, we jump rope!"
The girls began jumping. Mr. Pilaski circled them and the boys could see him sweating because they were there. When he thought they weren't watching, he peered at another new girl who had, unfortunately, worn a skirt and didn't have a change of clothes.
It was a short skirt and every time she jumped, it lifted. From the front, you couldn't see much, but in the back, it practically flew off her butt.
The teacher stared, mesmorized by her tight underwear.
He cleared his throat. "Miss. . ." he checked his list. "Jerana."
She stopped jumping and looked up.
"You're doing it wrong. Come here."
She obeyed.
"Now . . . umm, start jumping."
She obeyed.
He watched her butt.
"See, this is how, Jerana." He walked behind her and took her hands, helping her to swivel her arms. Then he stepped back.
Now, when she jumped, even the front of her skirt flew up. You could see everything.
It took all Mr. Pilaski's self control to keep from drooling as he stared at her. "Goood. . .veeerry gooood . . ."