They even called it “my privates.” My girlfriends wouldn’t even say the word out loud…only mentioning it in whispers. Xnx Emerson opened a book on his desk and motioned me over beside him. Another such word was cunt. Maybe he had forgotten about me…I walked into his office and stood there…the light was behind me and I wondered if Mr. We were alone and I wondered about it all. I was so embarrassed and felt so warm and whole…bubbling over…now his entire hand holding my wet cunt. We were alone in his office, the door closed, “Lock the door, Sherry,” he said and I did. Emerson,” I said. That was extra hard. “It’s a dirty word, Mr. I have a confession. Emerson’s room. “Let’s talk,” he said, “about poetry and why we study it…how you will learn to enjoy it because, after all, lots of poetry
