#411726 - Mr Skinner was now resting against his desk with his hands stuffed deep into his trouser pockets and his eyes glued to my every move as I straightened my skirt. There was an eerie silence as, still with my skirt held up around my waist, I provocatively ran the towel up and down my legs until I was sure that they were both dry.
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