Every day this week I've woken up with a waft of rememberance. The theme is reoccuring. It has to do with dating/life partner/things of the like. This morning upon awaking the memory was of a class room. The teacher, a burning beacon of raw sexuality, was going around the class about to announce who he was going to take to dinner that night. Finally his fineness declared the lucky girl to be me. Shortly thereafter I realized I already had a date with another teacher of equal orgazmic proportions. And then I woke up.
I do believe this makes me a dream slut. My mother was right when she said I was destined for great things.
