Lola was no showgirl; but by looks you might think otherwise. Pin-straight, jet-black hair to her waist, a faux leather skirt, and a jeweled tanktop adorned her petite frame. She was rebellious; a 17-year-old "new kid in school," she was trying to make a good impression on the boys - she made more of an impression on her 7th period math teacher, Eric Harrison, a 29-year-old single man with math on his mind, and not much else until Lola showed up; front row seat, leather-like skirt wearing, flipping her hair like she had no cares about life. I watched from the back of the room as their eyes seduced each other; he fumbled through his papers as her pen rolled on the floor; her hair brushing the floor as she bent over, her skirt moving up slightly, and the top of her shirt sliding down, just slightly. But what was I going to do?