I was working out of town and was booked in a five start hotel close to my former school. I went in to see my former English teacher who is eleven years my senior. She was there alone. Her husband was overseas and would not be back for three weeks. We had a few drinks, and I bade her farewell. After twenty minutes, she called at the hotel in a skimpy dress baring all her curves and buxom beauty. We had the night to ourselves. I am happy I made her cry more than four times with tumultuous passion.
— Jordan, 31