My English teachers were hot. Very touchy feely. One would always stroke me (head, leg, thigh etc) and the other would sit on the desk in front of me and pull her skirt up and cross and uncross her legs.

But aside from being hot, they were good teachers too. Sometimes I feel like getting back in touch with them but think it'd be a bit weird.

I was also the only male in our English class so it was my favourite lesson.