I got the math teacher to sleep with me.

"So, there I was, James, staring at another failing math test. I mean, what was the point? All these x's and y's and numbers that made no sense. Mrs. Davison, my math teacher, was this sharp, intimidating woman in her late thirties. Always in these tight pencil skirts and blouses that showed just a little too much. Every guy in school had a thing for her, but she was untouchable. I was desperate, though. My GPA was tanking, and my parents were going to kill me.

I decided to stay after class one day. My hands were sweating as I approached her desk. 'Mrs. Davison,' I started, my voice cracking a little. 'I'm really struggling in here. I was wondering if there was... well, anything I could do for some extra credit?'

She looked up over her glasses, and for a second I thought she was going to laugh in my face. Instead, she just said, 'Extra credit is for students who put in the effort, James. Are you willing to put in the effort?'

I nodded like an idiot. 'Yes, absolutely. Whatever it takes.'

'Good,' she said, standing up and walking around to the front of her desk. 'Meet me here tomorrow after school. We'll discuss your... special assignment.'

The next day, I was a nervous wreck. When I walked into her classroom, the blinds were drawn and she'd locked the door behind me. 'You're a cute kid, James,' she said, running a hand down my chest. 'But you're not that smart. If you want to pass, we'll need to find other skills you have.'

Long story short, we ended up on her desk, papers flying everywhere. It was awkward and amazing all at once. And yeah, I got a B in math that semester. Sometimes, you gotta find your own way to solve the problem, right?"