Look
Sally was there, Dick and Jane and Spot too. They're standing at the front porch and below them one word: Look. Our first grade teacher said “Look.” She pointed to the word. I looked at Look, my first word, it was the first word for all of us kids. The book was very large, had some sort of wire support to hold it up while she turned the pages.
Our teacher was beautiful, a brunette, olive skin, not tall, but shapely, I can't remember her last name, kinda like Sputnik, but that was a Russian satellite. I knew she was sexy before I knew what sex was. Once I waited after school and played with a ball in a covered courtyard nearby, just so I could be near her. A man came to visit, probably her boyfriend, he sat in one of our little chairs and they talked. I could see him through the windows sitting there while she cleaned the black board.
I've never forgotten how lovely my first grade teacher was. Sometimes I see a woman of her physical type and I get turned on. I guess I have a thing for brunettes, since my teacher, Miss Sputnik, or whatever her name was. One time I was shooting spitballs at her in class, she saw me and told me to stop. I guess I was just a natural clown, always wanting to perform and get attention. One day we had a dancing contest. I was judged the best dancer, so every morning I used to dance in front of class, dance here, dance there, dance right next to Miss Sputnik, until one morning I noticed she wasn't watching me dance anymore, nobody was. So I stopped and went back to my seat. I never danced in class again.