He was like one of those guys on the Bachelorette that you wish you could just take home and look at all day. He had cool grey blue eyes that had the ability to have anyone who gazed into them to get lost in their train of thought. Meticulous by nature, his face was always groomed, with just the right amount of stubble to give the illusion that his 5 o'clock shadow was part of a land where time stood still. His hair, almost jet black, looked the same way it did in high school, like not a single follicle had been moved. Just recently turned 34, he looked at himself in the overhead mirror in his car and gazed at his face. Though he was not cocky, by any means, he knew he was `that teacher' that you hear about from peoples' childhoods that they just wanted to fuck like no other.
He gathered his things from the back seat and smiled as one of his former students waved at him while walking into one of the buildings. Rob Schaffer parked his car into the teacher's parking lot in front of the High School at which he had been teaching for ten years now.
