The half-term break seems to have been the longest week of my life. I keep revisiting my half-hour of passion with Abi over and over. She is still sending me messages and pictures from a sun-drenched holiday in Italy with her family and teasing, hot, sensational, revealing, sexy pictures. Her frolicking on a beautiful sandy beach in various bikinis. Out and about in some picturesque old town in the evenings, wearing gorge...

I never really wanted to be a teacher. Still, the promise of a golden handshake, a high starting salary, and the possibility of being fast-tracked to head of department was a no-brainer for me after finishing university. For the first few years of my teaching life, I worked as a substitute teacher, enjoying the flexibility and relative freedom. Still, I was not quite able to let go of my student lifestyle. After a while,...