I was in my ripe teenage years, studying in a blue sea of thirteen hundred plus boys, who every weekday, would also look at this woman with lustful eyes as they pass by her along the hallways of our school or if they were to have  her a one of their teachers for the day. As if that many boys were not enough to contend with, I also had to deal with the few male teachers who existed within our tradition school society. They were without remorse. There was no shame in their game, no concern for criticism from anyone, even amongst their rank. 
Along with those issues was the fact that she was chauffeured each day, sitting next to a man who I can only think must have had the heavens on his side, for he was no prince as much as the eyes could see, and she hadn't any ring on her finger. He took great pleasure in watching her exit the vehicle each day, his eyes fixated on all that myself and others could only imagine and hoped to at least get a glimpse of, but was something that he seemingly knew all too well and have caressed. 	
She was sight to behold, not lacking in anyway. The unfamiliar would get wolf eyes, bedazzled, lost in a amazement at her presence. It was such that she could cause the blind see, the full hungry, and the moral tempted to become based. 
Neither petite nor big, neither fat nor skinny, neither tall nor short, she was well framed. Her black hair, never without sheen was of enough length just above her shoulders. The wind when blown sometimes would carry it to and fro, there and about, making it appear as a steady flow of water before it settles gently on her nape. Hardly was it ever in a knot. Her eyes, big and brown, were topped off with good nature and were eternal. Ask anyone who was lucky enough to make eye contact with them.  
