It's Wednesday evening inside the university gymnasium. Wrestling practice is over and all of the athlete's go toward the locker room. Mrs. Keller (28 yrs.) is a hot divorcee (36-24-32) who is a high school English teacher. She's been standing near the gym doors watching the practice. She is wearing tight jeans and a white dress shirt with a pink bustier underneath. Her long brown hair reaches her buttocks.
She has been watching Vicente (19 yrs.) who is a top Spanish athlete with golden-brown skin. He has a boyish face who stands at 5'9" and weighs 157 lbs. One year ago. She was a substitute for a semester while another teacher was on leave. Vicente had a hard time in the class who had a heavy Spanish accent. She worked with him one-on-one so that he could get a passing grade. She's glad he made it to the university level.
Mrs. Keller screams, "Hey Vicente. Over here!"
Vicente stops and turns around. He smiles because she looks familiar and jogs toward her. She leans against the wall and waits for him. He gets to her and stops. His sweat has soaked his black hair and also his college shirt. His hand wipes his forehead.
He says, "Hello, how are you?"
She replies, "Vicente, you lost your Spanish accent."
His eyes look over her body. He smiles, "I still speak my language. Do I know you?"
She laughs, "Oh, how easily they forget their teachers. It's me, Mrs. Keller."
He looks hard at her and finally remembers. He smiles and nods his head, "Oh yeah, you were my English teacher. What are you doing here?"
She slyly smiles, "I follow you. You're a champion wrestler."
He replies naïvely, "Oh yeah? You're a fan of wrestling?"
His hand wipes away more sweat from his forehead. She looks him over and pokes his tight abdominals with her finger. He flinches and then smiles.
She says, "You gained some muscle since high school."
He replies, "I moved up to compete at another weight. A few pounds."
