School bell rings, classrooms empty, everyone goes home   Save for one girl, the model senior has the teacher alone   Says she’s fallen way behind and needs some one-on-one   Saunters over, taking out an essay she’d begun      Anxious students should not be ignored   But encounters like this seem untoward   All week long she’s been so tightly wound   So she lets her guard down      Student thinks she’s hit a snag and needs another take   Teacher looks the paper over, points to a mistake   Leaning over ever closer, interest as her guise   Student meets the gaze of teacher, pining in her eyes      While the ring on her hand screams to run   Nothing’s heard as her blouse comes undone   Inhibitions and clothes hit the floor   There’s a knock at the door