![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() So, I’m letting my freak flag fly while I can, sister!” New teacher training is over, and school doesn’t start for another week. “You know I am a teacher, right? And that you are, too?” You know, the shirts that are going to give the guys we meet tonight a nice sneak peek at the killer set of girls you’re currently hiding under that ruffled school teacher top.” “My boob shirts?” I asked, my eyebrows creeping their way up my forehead. “Where are all your boob shirts?” Taylor’s muffled voice came from between racks of clothing in my closet. Miss you every day, Dad, and am eternally grateful to be your daughter. I know if he were still with us today he’d be shouting from the rooftops that his daughter wrote a book, even if said book had sex scenes. Proofreading: Emma Renshaw & Grahame Claire Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Copyright © 2018 by Catherine Cowles & The PageSmith LLC ![]()
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