the Teacher and Virgin in Bloomington, MN

An older man, a younger woman, an irresistible attraction. My BFFs and I made a pact the last month of high school: No one was going to college a virgin. The only question was, who would we choose? I knew exactly who I wanted. My teacher, Mr. Parker. I might have just graduated, but I was still his student. But Mr. Parker isn't teaching me anything in that boring civics textbook any longer. He's bossy. He's demanding. He's so much older than I am. And he's opening my eyes, teaching me exactly how pleasurable surrender can be.