Her perfume, floral and seductive engulfed my nostrils as she walked by on her way back to her desk. Her scent aroused me from the mundane lesson, and suddenly I felt invigorated. Her blouse and orthodox long dress left everything to the imagination; in the month she’d been my teacher, I’d lost count of the number of times I pictured taking them off. Miss Summers had moved to St. Christopher’s private school from a public...