“Ugh. Why do I bother even assigning work?” I said out loud as I tossed another red streaked essay into the done pile.
“What’s your problem?”
I looked up as my roommate Tony came into the room. He was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. “I thought I was teaching high school. But I guess I was wrong. Kindergarteners write better than these kids do..."
WARNING: STEAMY CONTENT. READING DEVICE MAY MELT. READ WITH CAUTION. ALL CHARCTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18