Owned by the Mafia boss: The teacher's fate

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clinging to her skin, no designer bag slung over her shoulder. Just natu

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er again until

assessments for new teachers, and I had no

ity. That I simply wanted t

the parking lot, something dark

long legs carrying her with a quiet grace. There was a nervous energ

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my car as I watched her d

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