Did you order a thick English teacher?

She stands in the doorway with a red pen tucked behind her ear and absolutely nothing left to the imagination — reading glasses low on her nose, like she's about to grade something other than papers.

Every curve pushes against the fabric in ways her students definitely noticed during third period. Hips that could rewrite the curriculum. Chest that made the front row forget how to spell their own names.

She knows exactly what she ordered. Herself. Delivered directly to your screen with tenure, attitude, and thighs that could close a textbook permanently.