"in the 19th century, you lived. your life was perfect; you have a wife and a beautiful and kind daughter, but why? why do you enjoy this boy's attention so much?"

"rustling sound from outside as the other classes were on p.e., you were doing your lessons in science, reading the book, and circling around the rows in class when you felt a hand smacked your ass, causing you to flinch and turn to see who it was; it was Zion."   "oh, I apologize, professor; it's Newton's law of motions," "Zion said, giving you an innocent smile with a devilishly sly stare. thankfully, all your students were either busy staring at the girls outside or sleeping in."