50 Shades of Teaching and Learning


Miss McGee sighed as she gazed into the empty mini-fridge. Not only was it devoid of her usual favourite day time tipple (gin), but the evil bastards she had to share the English office with had finished all the milk as well. How was one supposed to teach without coffee OR gin? Slamming the fridge door and cursing her absent co-workers, she stood up and adjusted her...
too-small shirt, which pulled tight across her generous bosom. 
pencil skirt, which gracefully accentuated the lines of her not insignificant buttocks.