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The True Story Of Prof SAM : 

I have a real passion for literature. Oh, also for great sex. Sometimes light and lucid, like some beautiful Hemingway prose; but sometimes long, rough, and convoluted, like Faulkner. Maybe I sound a bit dull, but give my Generic viagra story a chance. You see, I teach high school English. Pretty glamorous, right? Well, what can I say, I'm training the future leaders of tomorrow to write book reports-a skill they'll definitely need to succeed in today's business world! And where will they get in life if they can't diagram a sentence properly? Come to think of it, my job often seemed quite useless. So I thought to come on it. On that little hottie who'd just set up shop in the classroom across the hall from me. She was the reason I ordered Generic viagra in the first place, because I knew that, as a slightly older man, and one who'd spend a few too many late nights grading semi-literate essays on "The Scarlet Letter," that I wasn't quite as energetic as I used to be, and might have trouble raising the "Red Badge of Courage" when I heard the battle cry. After a week or so of watching my new colleague strutting down the hallway, I ordered my Generic viagra immediately, and kept some in my desk drawer at work, ready to be used. I had "Great Expectations" to say the least.

This little cutie was one of those idealistic high school teachers straight out of college-you know, the ones who study pedagogy and think they'll make a difference. I was a bit more cynical, a bit more wise. But Generic viagra and the sight of her at the blackboard were enough to make a Romantic even out of an old crow like me. As Keats wrote: "Give me women, wine, and snuff, until I cry out, 'Hold, enough!' / For bless my beard, they aye shall be my beloved trinity." A delightfully blasphemous poem. Wonderful iambic tetrameter verse. And thanks to Generic viagra, I had a bulging tetrameter iamb that was ready to eat its way through my pants just to get at that sweetheart. You should have seen the way her juicy melons dangled as she stretched to write something on the blackboard! Now that's "A Moveable Feast"! I was amazed at my "metamorphosis" down there. I had gone from a puny Dr. Jekyll to a raging, rabid, blood-engorged Mr. Hyde. Generic viagra had simply restored proper blood flow to my nether regions. I felt as if my Samuel Johnson could breathe properly again; now, indeed, it was like Gulliver among the Lilliputians-a towering, impressive figure. With my proud Ozymandias throbbing, I walked across the hall after school and made my move.

"Hello there, Kate!" I said, depositing a ripe red apple on her desk. An apple for the teacher, right? Soon I'd slip her a banana as well. Because my Generic viagra was really kicking in. "How was your day?" she asked. "OK," I lied. "We've been discussing Moby Dick all day. What a magnificent beast!" I said. "That's one of those books I wish would never end," she agreed. "It leaves me so satisfied-and yet, wanting more." "Oh, so you appreciate longer novels?" I asked. "Do you prefer Dickens, or Balzac?" This was the oldest English teacher pick up line in the book, but with Generic viagra, I didn't mind if I was a bit too obvious-after all, with that thing sticking out practically in her face, I couldn't exactly hide anything. "Actually," she retorted, "I prefer Mark Twain-you know, Samuel Longhorn Clemens!" She grabbed my longhorn and pinched it a bit. We ran to my car, and I drove her back to my place, for an entire night of hard frat-house style sex. Generic viagra had given her exactly what she needed.