What does every schoolboy want? The prettiest girl in the school or the prettiest teacher in the school. And what have I got?
Neither! Jennffer has told me so many times that I don't own anybody. She doesn't own anybody either.
But you know what I've got.
Imagine me, I can take the head of the prettiest girl in my hands and gently kiss that lovely mouth, I can hold the head of the prettiest teacher, look her in the eyes and kiss her.
Miss Scunthorpe has a very long tongue.