Jim couldn't believe his eyes. He was 6-years-old again, back in first grade, and his teacher was his girlfriend Sharon. "I thought she was a lawyer?" Jim grumbled. But then, he was a biochemist for a strange perfume company, not his sister Edith's little brother. "We'll start with our readers. Jimmy, would you start reading the first page?" Sharon directed. Jim stared at the page as if it were hyroglyphics. "You haven't do be the slowest boy in my class," Sharon grumped. "That's funny? I could read before," Jim wondered. He later found he couldn't add or spell. And his attempt to draw a doggie looked more like a centipede. "What gives?" Jim asked himself. As 3:00 rolled around, Sharon ordered Jim to stay after school. He shook in his boots as his girlfriend-turned-teacher approached him grinning. "How does it feel to not have the upper hand?" Sharon grinned. "I made you into a stupid brat," she added. Jim asked how. Sharon showed him...
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