It was not that Monique did not have time for men.. it was that she did not have time for the baggage that came with them. Men her age were lifetime dropkicks, divorcees... or just tossers. She had no time to go on dates, listening to some douche talk about his ex wife.. or his glory days in college. So, she stopped dating.

Monique is a strong, independant woman, who knows what she wants, and knows how to command a classroom, with one of the highest graded classes in the college she has been investigated a few times to see if she was just giving the students the higher grades, but was always founded to be honest and open, and now was head of department for science, and taught 1st year biology. Why first year.. students had less of an attitude, they had not been corrupted by other lecturers moronic opinions and were more likely to listen.

This year though there was one boy that caught her eye. At first she had brushed it off, fought the dreams, the way she felt when she saw him. But, she could not hide it any longer.

Monique was in shape, she looked younger than she was on paper, and had a body that she knew many students lusted after. It did not help the fact that she rode that line between business and sexy like it was an art. Always high cut enough to hint at cleavage.. but low enough if she bent forward bra, and a fair amount of her DD cleavage was likely to be seen. Skirts that rode up when she sat down.. and jeans that were tight enough to hug her ass, but not look like mutton in lambs clothing.