The pretty teacher is concerned about one of her eleven-year-old students.
Taking him aside after class one day, she asks, “Johnny, why has your
schoolwork been so poor lately?”
“I’m in love,” the boy sighs. Holding back
an urge to smile, the teacher asks, “With whom?”
“With you,” he admits with a blush.
“But Johnny,” she says gently, “don’t you see how silly this is?
It’s true that I would like a husband of my own one day, but I don’t want a
child.”
“Oh, don’t worry, teacher,” the boy replies reassuringly. “I’ll use
a condom.”e
a condom.”
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